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Peace offering

Posted on Tuesday October 13th, 2020 @ 2:45pm by Lieutenant JG Peter Wilson & Commander Aria Winters

Mission: Death Be Not Proud
Location: XO's Quarters
Timeline: Day 21 at 1950

Peter left the turbolift slowly. He was holding a box wrapped in a mix of wrapping paper with all the focus he could muster. He moved slowly down the hall, watching the sides of the deck light up as the computer guided him to his destination. The lights finally stopped at the door to the Executive Officer's quarters. The last time he was in her quarters was moments after causing severe head trauma.

He took a breath and carefully pressed the door chime. This time the gravity should have stayed on. Peter wondered if maybe he should have checked first. He swore to himself. Should have triple checked.

Lowering the volume of her music as the door chime rang out, Commander Winters glanced up from the book she was reading with no small amount of curiosity. "Come in," she called out, slipping a bookmark into place as she set aside the book and stood. As the doors opened she frowned, certainly not expecting to find the Chief Engineer on her doorstep. "Lieutenant. What can I do for you?"

Peter walked in carefully. "Evening ma'am. I'm not interrupting anything important am I?" At a quick glance, items looked to be still on their shelves and things were in order. Peter relaxed just a little. It would have been his luck there be another partial failure.

"No, not at all," she assured him, noting his curious glance around. Whatever he was looking for he must have been satisfied as she saw some of the tension wash out of his shoulders. "What brings you by? Do you want something to drink?"

"Oh good. I didn't want to be a bother. I came by to actually give you this." Peter said holding up the wrapped box. The box was square and roughly half a meter on each dimension and while wrapped in festive paper, the tape holding it on was visible. "I wanted to appologize for causing you severe head trama."

Aria grinned, “I seem to recall you apologising already.... but thank you. You really didn’t have to buy me a gift but you are forgiven. Besides, it wasn’t your fault.”

"Im glad to be forgiven but still feel bad. This gift isn't so much bought as made." He paused for a moment. "How good is your sense of humor Commander?" He asked before setting the gift down.

Aria's eyes narrowed but there was an undoubted hint of amusement, "I think we are about to find out..."

Peter slowly set the box down on an empty spot of her table. Making sure it was level and stable, he let go of the box. He was proud of himself for making it this far and not losing it. Although the proof would be when she opened it if it was still as he made it. "Here is to hoping you do." He said waiving to the box.

She was curious, she'd admit it. At heart she was still a scientist and she had watched as he carefully set down the gift dead centre of her table. At his gesture she moved closer, tugging on the knot in the ribbon holding all the wrapping together. As the paper unravelled she did take a small step back - just to be safe.

As the wrapping fell off, a blank and nondescript box was exposed. With a careful pull, the lid came off revealing the contents that Peter had been so careful of on his whole journey. Inside was a freshly baked cake. Not just any cake however, this cake was frosted and cut into the design of an old time water bottle that people would fill with ice and place on their injured body part, traditionally the head.

Aria was silent for a moment as she peered inside, unable to believe her eyes. "You made this?!" she asked in disbelief, a smile playing on her lips. "It's... amazing."

"Yes, ma'am and thank you." Peter said starting to smile. "Baking is a little hobby I picked up. The design of the cakes is still new to me but it came out close enough I think to get the image across. Oh, and it is 100% edible as well. The bottom layer top blue handle layer are both simple white cakes with a raspberry jam layer in the middle."

The XO's eyes widened as she listened, "hidden talent, Lieutenant. It's incredible. I hope you will help me eat it, or else I'm going to need a bigger uniform."

"Thank you ma'am, that would be great." Peter said and started moving the wrapping off the table. "In retrospect, I probably should have made a smaller cake. I didn't realize how big a sheet cake was until I got to the pan."

"Don't worry about it, plus, we can share it with our new crewmates and you will become the stuff of legends," Aria predicted as she fetched some plates and a knife. "I'm talking Kirk, Scotty, O'Brien... they have nothing on you."

Peter blushed a little at the compliments. "They are all legend and broke ground in Starfleet. I'm also sure their skills were best functioned for the ship and baking was one a big one that helped forge our path in the galaxy. " he laughed. "Thank you though. I guess if we host a dignitary I could help with the state meal." He shrugged. "Whatever I can do for the ship and crew."

"I'll put in a good word with the captain," Aria assured him. "Now... eat."

Peter smiled. "Yes, ma'am, and thank you."

 

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