prompt: Banana Splits
Chakwas slipped out of the medbay while everyone slept, stealthily gliding through the darkened mess to her goal. She assembled her creation with the deft fingers of a surgeon, the sense of proportion of an artist.
When it had neared completion, she bore her treasure back to her own domain, where the normally bright medical lights were dimmed. She carefully set down her burden next to a leather-bound copy of her favorite novel.
From the cooler by her knee, normally used to store vaccines and tissue samples, she pulled a jar, opening it to reveal its precious contents. With utmost care, she selected the perfect pièce de résistance and positioned it perfectly atop her masterpiece.
The cherry really did pull the whole thing together.
Suddenly, from a shadowy corner of the darkened room, Zaeed's rough voice growled, shattering her solitude and interrupting her reverie.
"Did I ever tell you about the time I killed someone with a banana split?"