"This food is really, really bad," said Anders.
"BAD? Are you dissing my food?" said Kara. Although she was having trouble figuring out what exactly was happening, someone complaining about Galactica's food was something she COULD handle. Even though it sucked, everyone knows that you don't complain. Originally, it was because you could end up with (if possible) even worse food or no food, but it soon morphed into a kind of pride.
"What are you talking about. This is HORRIBLE."
"You never, ever complain about food on a Battlestar. Especially Galactica," hissed Lee. The cooks were already starting to give the newcomers dirty looks, and Lee knew that it would only be a matter of time before the rest of the crew would. Luckily, they were saved by the arrival of Petty Officer Dualla and the XO, with his wife in tow. As they made their way over to the table, both pilots stood and saluted. Anders simply looked amused.
"Captian, Lt, there has to be a story behind this," said the Col., in regard to Starbuck's appearance.
"No story. Just thought I would spice things up."
"I'm sure. You two are relieved. I would say take a shower, but it looks like you already have. Dualla will take charge now." Dee came up and started giving orders, but not without a terse look at Apollo. Kara said a quick good-bye to Anders and joined Apollo on his way to the bunkroom, presumably to get clothes. As soon as the pilots were out of earshot Kara asked,
"What was that about?"
"What?"
"Dee? She doesn't normally look at people like that."
"Really? Never noticed." By now Starbuck was dying to know.
"What will it take to get you to spill?"
"Talk."
"I think your getting the wrong idea, that's what I want YOU to do."
"No, you have to have talk to me about Anders."
"Leeeeeeeeeeee."
"It's the only way."
"Hrumph."
"So 1600 in the storage room on C Level."
"See you there." They both went their separate ways, Starbuck to the bunkroom and clothes, and Apollo to the head and a shower.