Wardroom
The distinctively sharp aroma of the two tacos on Sassa’s plate wafted up and into her nose like a rising cloud of invisible steam. She was beginning to become really hungry, now. Sassa took a cursory glance at Oliver, as he bit into his food with an delectable crunch. Her eyes wandered towards the line, catching a somewhat annoyed expression cross the face of one of the engineers as she moved into the back. Sassa shifted her eyes back to the food in front of her, but not before her yellow irises caught a glimpse of the captain, placing a hand on the forearm of the cook’s power armor.
Although Sassa could not make out what was said over the sound of the light-hearted conversations taking place in the room, she suspected that the topic was regarding the power armor. One of her old training COs had always been reluctant to discipline (or even to correct) cooks, especially during meal time. By his own own admission, “he did not want them to spit in his food”. However, Kaze-taii’s willingness to do so was admirable, and it only endeared the captain to Sassa that much more.
She would enjoy following this woman into battle, that much was certain.
Upon seeing her cabin mate approach her, Sassa felt the corners of her lips turn up, to form a warm smile across her features. With one hand, she gracefully pulled the seat next to her out of the table. Her focused, sharp, and yellow eyes did not leave the soft features of her room mate as the elf took her seat at the table, addressed her, and began to bite into her taco. There was a slight pause as Sassa considered her words, while staring idly at Zoe’s eyes, which seemed to well up as she took a bite into her hot taco.
“It was wonderful, dear.” She replied softly. Sassa reached forward and pulled a napkin out of the bin, before bringing it up to the corner of Zoe’s eyes and gently dabbing away any tears. “Don’t let the spice make you cry.” Sassa said in a playful manner.
Setting the napkin aside, Sassa took a small bite from her taco. She had taken care to put mild salsa on hers, knowing that she had a weak tongue. Tacos were not her favorite food, but they were acceptable enough that she could eat them without discomfort or complaint. However, she would have preferred something more traditional, such as teriyaki, sushi, or ramen.
After taking another bite, Sassa dabbed the side of her lips with a napkin and looked towards Zoe with pining eyes. It was becoming increasingly more difficult for Sassa to stay away from her room mate for long periods of time, and if not for the crowd, she would have leaned on Zoe’s shoulder, and closed her eyes.