Snippet #2085031

Minn

A few minutes later, the food was ready.

Eddie was first to be served as promised, then Minn dished out more plates and bowls, finding glasses and twelve different kinds of canned juices for beverages. She wondered if anyone would want alcohol, but inwardly despised the idea since they were trying to run a ship and all. So she didn't suggest it. Once everyone had a plate, even those who were not present yet, she stood with her hands behind her back and nose tingling with excitement as she smiled to Eddie.

"Well?" she asked.


Bond

The room was satisfactory, a bit big, but hardly anything to complain about. Roaming the corridors, he knew he had been called to the kitchen, but shrugged it off. He was sure the pink haired girl's cooking was great, but he wasn't hungry. In fact, he found himself back at the engine after a few rounds through random hallways and rooms. The whirring was music and he sat down, smiling to the cylinder with adoration.

"If only we all could run so efficiently," he sighed, tapping at his chest and then his forehead once. It had been a salute on one of his last ships, a symbol that he had been among friends and those he trusted. Most were dead now.

He tinkered with his screwdriver in hand, muttering about parts and gears, simply living in a separate world in his mind.