Snippet #2583204

Fel smiled. The oatmeal and coffee were finished, and now he could start on the fish. Humming to himself, he headed to his rack of dried spices, trying to decide which ones to use. "Basil? Majoram? Oh, great." He tapped one of the empty containers. "We're almost out of... well, everything. Eh, I'll make do." Bertha the kitten mewled in response before rubbing against his leg.

He started the stove in preparation, but the call for all hands on deck made him scowl. With a curse, he put out the fire and grabbed a fry pan and a knife. Fel cursed again when he stumbled over the sack of potatoes. "... by my father's nine lives and the Goddess's broken claws!" he growled.

Regardless, he ran to deck. There, he saw the Captain, Nimethel, and the dog, Batters. Who was currently green, for some odd reason. "What is..." he trailed off when he noticed the Federation ships. "Oh. We're raidin' them?" He shrugged, a bit unconcerned. "But good mornin' to you too, captain. And hello, Nimethel." Fel grinned. "You look beautiful, as usual."

He glanced back and noticed that Scerina and Sherbert had also arrived. "Why, if it isn't the lovely Scerina!" Fel winked at Sherbert. "Don't worry, dear. I got your coffee in the kitchen. Though you'll have to wait. Looks like we got bigger things to worry about."