What good white rice does to Asians.

Sulu took a bite of the clump of food left in the bottom of his bowl. He fought back a moan of happiness as he dropped his chop sticks to the floor, and almost toppled backward off of the bench he was sitting at in the dinning hall. He glanced down at the bowl and smiled to himself. It had taken a few months but after at least twenty long hours with Mr. Scott they had finally fixed the replicators inability to produce sticky white rice. Leaning back forward, he picked up his chop sticks and began to practically inhale the rice.

Sulu was still hungry but he had to get back up to the bridge to resume his shift. With a sigh he stood and dumped his tray and bowl into the garbage dispenser on his way out. God he hated working the night shift. He hated Kirk for switching his shift time, and all because he forgot to disengage the inertia dampener, or parking brake if you would, when they were going to save Vulcan. Hell it had saved them in the long run, because Nero would have blasted their ship to kingdom come if they had arrived a moment sooner. But what could he do, Kirk was the Captain and his word was law.

So Sulu spent the next seven hours of the night steering the ship on impulse power. He leaned back in his chair fighting sleep. Riley would have made this all the more enjoyable by telling jokes, but he was sick today. Sulu blinked several times to clear out his vision. He glanced at the clock built into the helm and jumped out of his seat. His shift was over and he had spent the last twenty minutes sleeping. Yes! His stomach rumbled in agreement with his happiness.

He ran to the turbolift and ordered it to drop him off in the mess hall. He ordered up a large bowl of white rice and sat down at his normal table. When he was halfway through his bowl someone sat down across from him. Sulu glanced up and smiled.

"Good morning Chekov." Sulu said to his friend.

"Good morning Sulu. Or is it a good night I should be vhishing you seeing as you are eating your dinner?" Chekov asked. Sulu laughed at his friends joke. Chekov smiled and went back to eating his bowl of cereal. Sulu went to eat another clump of rice when Chekov asked him a question.

"How do you eat that and not be hungry after?"

"Normally I eat more than one bowl." And with that he let another clump of white rice pass his lips. He chewed it down and tipped his head back letting his eyes slide closed. Sometimes he thought he enjoyed eating rice far too much. When he opened his eyes back up though Chekov's jaw had hit the table and his eyes were as large as dinner plates. Sulu realized at that very moment that he had failed in keeping his moan of pleasure to himself, and that Chekov had herd it. In fact judging by the stares everyone in the room was giving him most of the people present had herd him.

"Sulu?" Chekov said when he had finally gotten over the shock of what he had just seen. "Are you getting turned on by the rice?"