Quote Originally Posted by yellowrose
With a small pout on her lips she goes back into the kitchen and setting the plate down looks at it puzzled.

"Plastic wrappers?"

Pulling a slice of the cheese out she studies it a moment then starts to giggle as she pulls the plastic wrap off.

"No wonder they always tasted odd."

Starts humming a merry tune as she goes about having a fun time pulling plastic wrappers off and making the sandwiches.

"Oh I must remember to thank Lord Chksng properly for teaching me how to cook."

Finishing the last sandwich she dusts her hands off as she looks around the kitchen "Now what shall I make for dessert."

Suddenly it occurred to me; I had left someone who didn't know the individual slices of cheese HAD wrappers alone in my kitchen. I turned to A, who had stopped by with a requisition for new feathers and toothpicks, and asked her to go to the kitchen RIGHT NOW to keep yellowrose from trying to cook anything else. And I promised her I'd cook for her alone tonight, making her favorite meal, "Crab ala Charl", a specialty from my restaurant days. She acknowledged the instruction, and ran at full speed toward the kitchen.

I stopped for a moment and appreciated the beauty of a running woman. Ahhhh.

Back to my task. I'd finally gotten Mastermike on track with the inventory, which I considered enough for a few days. Ordering would be next, but we had to go over that in far greater detail after he knew what we ordered.

Leaving my desk a minute, I traveled over to the medical office and sought out Dee for a headache powder. She had BabySub in the chair, conducting her weekly physical, and asked me to hang on a little. BabySub and I chatted a little about what had been going on lately, and asked me for a ride on my boat some day. I assured her that she would be on my guest list, then learned she was an accomplished wind sailor, though she'd never done power, nor sailed a craft as big. Her skills would help fill out my crew, as the "Sailing Master" would need a few hands. While she could make 28 knots under power, she was a wind craft at heart and I planned to sail her that way as much as possible. The twin hull made her solid and steady in most weather. I braced her on the opportunity, and she agreed heartily on one condition: we were not to ship yellowrose as ship's cook. The ringing laughter echoed through the dungeon.