His way of making it up to me was to make me a nice meal.
I recall vaguely that some time before that little... issue a few days ago, we'd been talking about food. I mentioned that I'd been craving fish stew for quite some time... specifically a decent
bouillabaisse and was looking forward to having that, some wine and some crusty bread next time I was anywhere near Earth.
Apparently one secret he's held out is that he's a decent cook. This long into a patrol without making port, I'm sure he replicated most of the ingredients, but I in no way would've known that for sure. It tasted real. At the least, I'm convinced the saffron had to be real. It just had to be. He managed to find a recipe for bouillabaisse and make it. He even had a really decent bottle of wine to offer with it. I have no idea where he got that. He forgot the bread, but that's okay. :)
I made sure that he got rewarded appropriately with dessert. :)
Actually, in both senses of the term. I brought some fruit with me, and managed to cut it up without cutting myself.
Apparently, Andorians generally know how to cook - he was raised without a replicator and everyone's expected to do KP at some point.
It's only natural that I have a weakness for men who can cook, because I can't. I burn water. It's just true. I don't think one single member of my family can cook.
Of course, we are ALL clean. Goes with the territory - raised with parents who give white glove inspections, generations and generations back.
But you can't count on any of us to not burn water if left to our own devices. Our family only has favorite family replicator programs, not family recipes. I grew up with a replicator in the house.
My craggy Master Chief of a grandmother was the one to call if you wanted the house rewired, but she couldn't cook, then you have my records specialist mother who is the most organized woman you've ever met in your life, but would burn the house down if actually expected to do more than make a salad. No, she'd find a way to burn the house down while cutting up the lettuce, I'm sure of it. Of course, the men were always away, so they couldn't cook, either.
Actually, no, they could. That's the odd part. Jax makes a mean Porterhouse and Joey is mastering the art of BBQ. But that's all any of them can cook, and that's the funny part, is that the men can cook and the women... on the whole... can't.
I really need to learn to cook one of these days. It's one of the things that scares me silly about ever living as a civilian.