There was no crowd in front of the kitchen. This told him that Tony's kitchen was not producing any food. But he wasn't necessarily here for food. He'd decided to come over to see how the technical aspects of the chef's kitchen were working. But, not wanting to barge in on Tony's territory, he leaned into the window to speak to the man, putting prints on the silver tray below the sneeze guard.
He hadn't actually MET Tony. He'd corresponded with him but he had no idea what the man looked like. He realized this when he leaned into the window and saw more than one man.
"Uh...Tony? Hey Tony!" he decided to yell. And out of all the people on the enterprise, Tony's name came the easiest to remember. He knew 3 Tony's, 2 Anthonys and 1 Antonia back home on earth. Names like Tony, short ones that ended in long e sounds, came easy to him.
Donnie looked to see who responded, nervous at having yelled so loudly and suddenly drawing attention.
Tony didn't even turn around, "What! If it's about the Naska root you know damn well why I sent it back. Naskas need to be pink, not green you numbskull. I'm might be a human, and while that may be synonymous with dumbass in your book...I am not a dumbass."
He turned around and threw the cigarette but into the odor absorbing trash bins. Only realizing that it wasn't the punk vegetable seller too late.
Tony just glanced at his two crewmates and shrugged.
Tony turned to Emily and threw a look of confusion. How did he know her again? She seemed so familiar. Oh, right.
"Kitten, right?" Donnie said, talking about the only thing that really jumped out in his head to who she was rather than her name. "The...um--"
Luckily Tony cut him off before he could fumble his way through the rest of his sentence, a nonsensical thought on something or another.
He turned around from waving a hand in conversation at Emily to the man who had spoken. He took no note to the brashness. It didn't really seem to matter, the misunderstanding.
"Hey, I'm Donnie. I-I worked on your um..." He leaned closer pointing up. "Vents. I just-I just wanted to make sure they were working okay. Still. I can do some work if you need." A beat. "Anything."
He was bored out of his mind, really. Anything that needed fixing was fair gain, really.
"Ehh, they're working alright, you're the one that helped un-screw-up what the guys at dry dock did?"
He glanced over at the girl. Hmm, fresh meat. "Yep, can't say the food I manage to make here is the best, you have to be in one of the diplomatic parties for that, but at least it tastes right."
Donnie took another look at the girl and tapped his fingers on the silver tray deck. He blew out of his mouth, impatient.
"Yeah, that was me. Idiots coded the computer. I'm guessing they gave it to a five year old to practice their alphabet with. Had to totally rewrite the program. Vents were fine, though. Hey, I thought I saw some smoke earlier! If you have a short or something, I can help with that too," Donnie said, having seen the smoke from earlier but not the cigarette when he disposed of it.
Donnie's eyebrows raised at Emily's line of thought. He'd completely forgot that this was, indeed, a kitchen. Food was going to come from here.
"Hey, are you gonna be doing any sweet stuff? Like...doughnuts, cannoli, pies and stuff?" Donnie asked, licking his lips.
Having not really been angling at all, just having a random thought, Donnie held up his hands. His real purpose here was not food at all. It was something more devious than that.
"Okay, yeah, aside fr-from the food, though. Anything that needs to be fixed? The doc won't let me near engineering. I've been in the labs all day. There's only so many programs to be updated and proofs to run before...listen, you have a leaky faucet? I-I can do a leaky faucet," Donnie said with a desperate look on his face.
"And by the way," he replied to that woman with the cat. He held up a finger. "Good computer technicians and computer scientists have worked years to m-make the food out of there edible. You shoulda seen it before. It didn't even have color. Or texture. You have no idea how lucky we are to have this. Do you know that replicators have been able to feed entire planets for a year in the process of moving those inhabitants to a more resourceful location? And for years before that the people of that planet were starving. This," he pointed
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"While that's true," Donnie insisted, "It does t-tend to get redundant. It's sort of like stating the obvious. Hey, l-look, we have gravity! I'm breathing oxygen. It doesn't really help to keep complaining on it unless you have both a degree in culinary arts and computer technology, Em...something. What was it?"
Memorizing texts, simple. Names? There was a reason why he chose the recluse role of a scientist.
He hadn't actually MET Tony. He'd corresponded with him but he had no idea what the man looked like. He realized this when he leaned into the window and saw more than one man.
"Uh...Tony? Hey Tony!" he decided to yell. And out of all the people on the enterprise, Tony's name came the easiest to remember. He knew 3 Tony's, 2 Anthonys and 1 Antonia back home on earth. Names like Tony, short ones that ended in long e sounds, came easy to him.
Donnie looked to see who responded, nervous at having yelled so loudly and suddenly drawing attention.
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He turned around and threw the cigarette but into the odor absorbing trash bins. Only realizing that it wasn't the punk vegetable seller too late.
Tony just glanced at his two crewmates and shrugged.
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"Kitten, right?" Donnie said, talking about the only thing that really jumped out in his head to who she was rather than her name. "The...um--"
Luckily Tony cut him off before he could fumble his way through the rest of his sentence, a nonsensical thought on something or another.
He turned around from waving a hand in conversation at Emily to the man who had spoken. He took no note to the brashness. It didn't really seem to matter, the misunderstanding.
"Hey, I'm Donnie. I-I worked on your um..." He leaned closer pointing up. "Vents. I just-I just wanted to make sure they were working okay. Still. I can do some work if you need." A beat. "Anything."
He was bored out of his mind, really. Anything that needed fixing was fair gain, really.
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He glanced over at the girl. Hmm, fresh meat. "Yep, can't say the food I manage to make here is the best, you have to be in one of the diplomatic parties for that, but at least it tastes right."
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"Yeah, that was me. Idiots coded the computer. I'm guessing they gave it to a five year old to practice their alphabet with. Had to totally rewrite the program. Vents were fine, though. Hey, I thought I saw some smoke earlier! If you have a short or something, I can help with that too," Donnie said, having seen the smoke from earlier but not the cigarette when he disposed of it.
Donnie's eyebrows raised at Emily's line of thought. He'd completely forgot that this was, indeed, a kitchen. Food was going to come from here.
"Hey, are you gonna be doing any sweet stuff? Like...doughnuts, cannoli, pies and stuff?" Donnie asked, licking his lips.
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Really, angling for food? And amateur angling at that.
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"Okay, yeah, aside fr-from the food, though. Anything that needs to be fixed? The doc won't let me near engineering. I've been in the labs all day. There's only so many programs to be updated and proofs to run before...listen, you have a leaky faucet? I-I can do a leaky faucet," Donnie said with a desperate look on his face.
"And by the way," he replied to that woman with the cat. He held up a finger. "Good computer technicians and computer scientists have worked years to m-make the food out of there edible. You shoulda seen it before. It didn't even have color. Or texture. You have no idea how lucky we are to have this. Do you know that replicators have been able to feed entire planets for a year in the process of moving those inhabitants to a more resourceful location? And for years before that the people of that planet were starving. This," he pointed ( ... )
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Memorizing texts, simple. Names? There was a reason why he chose the recluse role of a scientist.
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