"Okay. So maybe this wasn't one of my better ideas." Dylan mumbled to himself.
He was in the kitchen looking through recipe files. An enormous amount of pots, pans, bowls, and cooking utensils were spread out on the counters around him. Although he had barely started preparing anything, his face was already streaked with flour and several broken eggs littered the floor around him.
"Andromeda?"
"Yes, Captain?" Andromeda asked, appearing before him. She arched her eyebrow as she noticed the 'Kiss the Cook' apron he was wearing, but refrained from saying anything since it at least matched the 'Born to Bake' chef's hat he wore.
"Do you fry the egg before folding it into the batter?" he asked, looking up at her.
Had she not been programmed in diplomacy, Andromeda probably would have said some things that her Captain might have thought offensive. Instead, she simply shook her head.
"No, Captain. I believe the recipe wants you to use uncooked eggs for the mixture. If you are having difficulties, I could find Tyr and ask him to assist you. He is quite a good cook you know."
"So I've heard!" He muttered with a look that could boil the potatoes he had sitting on the stove, if he had not already burned them to a crisp. "Never mind Andromeda. I will figure it out myself." He said through gritted teeth.
"Of course Captain. Will there be anything else?" she asked.
"Not at the moment." He said, turning toward the refrigeration unit. He turned his head to look at her. "But I will need four of the bots…"
"Look out!" Andromeda warned, a split second too late.
Dylan stepped in the broken eggs and went sliding across the floor. He crashed into the cabinet where the open flour container was sitting beside a bottle of cooking oil.
"Oooh! That has got to hurt." Andromeda said.