Title: Food Fight

Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager

Characters: Harry, B'elanna, Tom

Word Count: 350

Rating: G

Summary: The betting pool is in session at the mess hall.

Disclaimer & A/N: Voyager ain't mine.

"It has that raw thing going, you know?" Tom Paris said, curling his hand into a fist as though in emphasis. "Do you taste that? That wet, uncooked quality of the fish?" he added, watching as B'elanna struggled with another of the strange wraps. She had a curious look on her face as she chewed.

"Stop teasing her," Harry berated, hitting him on the shoulder. B'elanna continued to look at both of them.

Harry figured that if she hadn't banked on her anger just yet… Oh, never mind trying to play fair!

"Well?" Harry asked, earning him Tom's irritation. "How is it?"

Torres' face was thoughtful, though neither Harry nor Tom could discern if it was because she hated it and was about to give them a piece of her mind, or that she liked it enough to be quiet.

She began to shake her head from side to side, as thought spreading the flavors across her mouth.

Harry's thoughts were more morose. She's teasing us. Maybe she hates it.

Maybe he was about to lose three replicator rations. Maybe he'd be playing Brahms on his clarinet in his quarters this month instead of at the Royal Concert Hall in holographic Glasgow.

Lieutenant Kim's fists turned white on the table as he waited in constipated anxiety.

Tom continued his propaganda, "What a contrast to banana pancakes, don't you think? I mean, it's all the more healthy because it's unprocessed and…"

"I like it," B'elanna decided, dropping her utensils. Not at all harassed, she shoved Tom's anti-climax on his lap with a smile.

Tom's exasperated groan was amusing as Harry Kim acknowledged B'elanna's smirk with victory in his eyes.

"I hate it when you play favorites, honey. You hate sushi," Tom grumbled.

She pulled Tom to her by the collar of his uniform. The helmsman was more than a little disgruntled, pouting as he threw dagger-like glares at Harry Kim. This only brought him less pity and more attention from his wife.

"Sorry, Tom," she said, chuckling as she kissed his mouth lightly. "But I think that's enough Captain Proton for a month…"

THE END