A Meal

[Vorak]

"Yes, I do indeed prefer Vulcan Spice Tea."
*Then he looks up at Kor.*
"Maybe a Vulcan Spice Tea as aperitif would be suitable. Ms. Love, do you wish to see the menu card first?"

[Paris Love]

"Yes, I cannot truthfully say that I have the strongest of stomaches, I must carefully watch what I eat."

[Paris Love]

*Inhales the aroma of the freshly prepared food.*

"Delectable. Thank you, Mr. Kor."

*Wonders how one goes about eating it....*

OFF: FACE FIRST!

[Paris Love]

"No, I'm quite full, I do not desire dessert. The hour has not yet reached 2000 hours, but if I wish to accompany you, I'll need to pack a couple of things to stay overnight.

And if you desire, we might go to operations to get my requested padd/planner device, and ask that all messages that you receive while on the Rivendell be forwarded to it. Would you ask that I, from this point, take all calls for you and record your planned daily activities? For a reminder, of course. I also offer that I could possibly type up any unconfidential documents or memos upon request; Perhaps you'd enjoy eating in your office if too preoccupied with work to visit a restaurant.

I am your personal assistant, Admiral, those suggested aidings have barely scratched the surface, I'm capable of much more; is there anything in particular you'd ask me to do? Feel free to."

[Vorak]

"Very well. I shall program computer access for you to my quarters. Here is a list of items I will require. Most of it is usually standard equipment that is usually already pre-packed in a small travel box, and a dress uniform would be most in place for the occassion. After all, it is not the first official flight of the newly constructed U.S.S. Rivendell, but also my first official and formal visit to station Deep Space 20."
*He hands over a padd with a list.*
"I will gather together some documents at my office, and I will meet you at the shipyards in thirty minutes, is that sufficient time?"
*He gets up from his seat, and nodds at Kor a last time as they leave the restaurant.*
"Also, I will likely be asked to give a speech upon the launch of the ship. How are your skills of writing speeches?"

[K]

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[Paris Love]

"Well, I had come to study to be a starfleet officer a few months ago, but I lost all interest. Seems it's not as challenging as the schooling my parents put me through as a child. Hopefully my father will not be too disappointed, he really has it set in his mind that I would become a very respectful starfleet officer, althought being your aid might suit him just as well."

*Ponders whether they should simply pick a table or wait to be seated by a hostess.*

[Vorak]

"I do not suppose you have Vulcan traditional meals? Hmm.. very well. Ms. Love, do you know which meal you wish to order?"

[Paris Love]

*sips her tea as he says this.*

"When are you due? I'll accompany you desire so."

*checks her watch*

1930 hours

[Paris Love]

*collectively shakes her head*

"What's life without a few minor risks?"

*turns to Mr. Kor*

"I'll have the Heart of Targ, if you please. Quite possibly a refill when you have the opportunity as well."

[Vorak]

"I hope this dish is to your liking."
*Vorak begins eating it in the typical, Vulcan civilized and un-Klingon like manner.*

[Paris Love]

"No, I do not deem it inappropriate. You're simply asking for my help; it is my employment now, so I intend to do so. I'll stop at my quarters and pack, then do the same at yours. Do you require a dress uniform, any special clothing, or items...? Medication for example. And I'd imagine your quarters have restricted access, might I aquire the passcode?"

*turns to Mr. Kor*

"Yes. Thank you. I believe I've found a new favorite restaurant."