A/N: As a reminder, this weird version of Star Trek is based on my life, so there's no telling what will happen because life is unpredictable.
Ode to A Starship by Lina Shay
Chapter Twenty Six: Reactions
I had dinner with Sisma and B'Liz. It had been a long time since we had a real dinner together. It was nice to be with them again. B'Liz was the cook for the evening. It was fine by me. I liked Klingon food for the most part. It was quite a surprise when she made more than just gagh. She also had blood pie and skull stew. I knew I would like blood pie because I had had it before. I never had skull stew. Sisma slurped up the skull stew with savor. I was a little nervous eating out of an animal skull. I grabbed my spoon and scooped a little bit of the contents. The taste was overwhelmingly salty and rich. It definately not something I wanted in my mouth for very long, so I swallowed quickly.
"It doesn't look like she likes skull stew," Sisma laughed. "If her expression is any indcator anyway."
I forced a smile on my face and continued to eat what was on my plate and did not touch the contents of the skull again. A few moments later, I started feeling rather warm and a little queezy.
"Are you all right?" Sisma asked worriedly.
"I'll be fine in a minute," I muttered. "I don't think klingon food agrees with me."
"Do you want an antacid?" She asked.
I shook my head. "I'll be all right in a minute."
We continued eating for a while and then this wave of nausea crossed my stomach. I felt faint. Sisma seemed to notice. She instantly pulled out her medical tricorder and scanned me.
"You're having an allergic reaction," Sisma announced. "I'll get a hypospray."
Sisma ran off to her bed and pulled a box out from under it. She rustled through the various viles until she found the one she was looking for. She put it in her hyposprayer, came back over to the table, and injected my neck. I felt better within a few minutes.
"Thanks, Sisma," I said.
"Not problem," she replied, and returned to eating her skull stew. I didn't see how she could stomach it.
I felt bad that I got sick from B'Liz's meal. She didn't cook for us often, so I was inclined to appreciate it when she did. I hoped she didn't feel bad that I got ill. But you can't always tell what a klingon is feeling.
After dinner, Sisma went to use the sonic-shower and Jala arrived right from duty. B'Liz had settled herself at her computer console. She was reading something long.
"What are you reading?" Jala asked.
"Nothing," B'Liz muttered, turning off the screen when she tried to look at it.
"It had to be something embarrassing or you wouldn't have turned it off so fast," Jala accused. "And you're blushing."
B'Liz glared at Jala. "I am not blushing."
"Maybe not, but you look guilty," Jala insisted.
"I'm not guilty for anything," B'Liz responded as if defending her honor.
"Oh, please tell me what you were reading," Jala begged. "Please. Pretty please with a symbiant on top."
"I prefer gagh on top," B'Liz muttered.
"Really," I began. "We always said 'with kava on top'."
A/N: Basically a pointless chapter, but they're all pointless, so it's ok!