-A-A *serie* of short stories about the little grains of happiness we meet
in weekdays. ~Ã
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~How fast a day can change~ NWildman/ N
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Neelix had come to a dead end within his cooking.
His latest creation had been met with less enthusiasm than he had expected. In fact it hadn´t met any enthusiasm of any kind.
The crew seemed to think that the new dich didn´t taste well, or to qoute Lt. Torres, "It tastes like-"
Then she´d made an ugly grimace and said something at Klingon. Neelix was glad that she didn´t finish the sentence on Standard, it was probably something disparaging.
The both youngest and smallest crewmember informed him about her opinion.
"It´s too sweet."
"But I thought that beings from the Alpha Quadrant liked sweet things."
"Yes. In low doses, like in candy. And sugar is not specially good in food. Change the quantity sugar against almost as much salt!"
"Is it as simple as that?"
Naomi shrugged her shoulders.
"Yes, it´s as simple as that."
Neelix changed the quantity and promised himself to serve it to the next person who walked by. It happened to be B´Elanna Torres. Again.
Neelix frowned, then he remembered his promise to himself and served her the improved food.
He closed his eyes and waited for her judgement.
"Mmm. Neelix, this is acually really good!"
"It is?"
"Yes, have you made up a new dish again, at the same day as that other *disgustin* one?"
"No, it´s the same as the one I served you this morning. I´ve just improved it a bit."
"Then throw away the unimproved variant and serve the folks this stuff!"
Neelix turned to his little helper.
"Naomi, you´ve changed my day!"
"That´s 'made my day' , Neelix!" Giggled the half-K-tar.
"Whatever, Naomi, whatever."
~'
End
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*voy_girl@imatrekkie.com*
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~How fast a day can change~ NWildman/ N
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Neelix had come to a dead end within his cooking.
His latest creation had been met with less enthusiasm than he had expected. In fact it hadn´t met any enthusiasm of any kind.
The crew seemed to think that the new dich didn´t taste well, or to qoute Lt. Torres, "It tastes like-"
Then she´d made an ugly grimace and said something at Klingon. Neelix was glad that she didn´t finish the sentence on Standard, it was probably something disparaging.
The both youngest and smallest crewmember informed him about her opinion.
"It´s too sweet."
"But I thought that beings from the Alpha Quadrant liked sweet things."
"Yes. In low doses, like in candy. And sugar is not specially good in food. Change the quantity sugar against almost as much salt!"
"Is it as simple as that?"
Naomi shrugged her shoulders.
"Yes, it´s as simple as that."
Neelix changed the quantity and promised himself to serve it to the next person who walked by. It happened to be B´Elanna Torres. Again.
Neelix frowned, then he remembered his promise to himself and served her the improved food.
He closed his eyes and waited for her judgement.
"Mmm. Neelix, this is acually really good!"
"It is?"
"Yes, have you made up a new dish again, at the same day as that other *disgustin* one?"
"No, it´s the same as the one I served you this morning. I´ve just improved it a bit."
"Then throw away the unimproved variant and serve the folks this stuff!"
Neelix turned to his little helper.
"Naomi, you´ve changed my day!"
"That´s 'made my day' , Neelix!" Giggled the half-K-tar.
"Whatever, Naomi, whatever."
~'
End
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§00000 §iIIy!!
*voy_girl@imatrekkie.com*