AN: There's not going to be much plot until Kirian is out of Starfleet Academy, and she still has a few things (and people) to do before then!
Back to dropping consonants like it's hot.
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Kirian steps through Scotty's door and stops dead. "Is that what I think it is?" she asks.
"Well tha' depends on wha' yeh think it is," Scotty replies around a screwdriver, tri-corder in hand.
"Is that a … distillery?" she steps forward. "It's beautiful."
And it is. In a bit of a hodgepodge mash of of parts kind of way. Some are clearly pilfered from the engineering department, while others are purpose-built. Like the vats. Kirian is quite sure she hasn't seen anything like that around. It even looks hand-soldered.
"Then yeh'd be righ'," Scotty says. Sits back to admire his handiwork. "I think she'll do quite nicely, don' yeh?" he asks as he grins up at her. She smiles down at him.
"I think she'll make some beautiful juice. In the meantime, want a beer?"
"When do I ever no'?" Scotty grabs a conveniently positioned handle and moves it out of the way. "Even better, she's portable!"
"You think of everything, Scotty."
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