"HEY!" Everyone in the little ship's lounge jumped. Except Hephaestus, who just grumbled something as he took a gulp from his gallon-sized mug.
Maria stood in the doorway, looking pissed off. "Who took all the coffee and didn't refill it?" She glared pointedly at the Jiralhanae.
"Uh oh," said Phillip, trying to hide a grin. "You know man, there's only one person on this ship more dangerous than you in the morning without coffee."
"I started that pot," continued Maria. "If you take some, replace it! And make it right, none of that watery crap!"
"You mammals and your coffee," grumbled Chak Fel. "I don't know why you drink that stuff."
"Hey, don't knock it until you've tried good coffee," said Phillip to the Kig-Yar. "That grog they brew could fuel a slipspace jump."
Maria put her hands on her hips. "You ought to keep your crew under control better, captain."
Phillip looked around the room and shrugged. "Sure, ok. Hephaestus, go make her another pot. The way she likes it. And Maria? Chill! We're all friends here."
She grumbled and stormed out of the room. Hephaestus lumbered after her, tempted to spill his mug on the tiny human.
"Next time we're in port," Phillip called after them, "I'm buying another coffee pot for you two savages. And a French press for us civilized people!" Chak Fel snorted, and tried to casually smooth down his feathers that had ruffled in amusement.
AN:
I usually write more serious fanfics, but this little scene just popped into my mind and it made me laugh - so I hope you enjoy it too!
These characters are from a larger story I've had in mind for a while. Maybe someday I'll actually write it.