[ Should you walk by Mess Hall 42 today, you'll likely smell the delicious aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. And if that doesn't entice you to come visit, the sounds of laughter and chatter might. ]
Oh my god, Chekov. You're covered in flour.
Zat vould be your fault, Keptin.
[ Ena sits on a counter, eating raw cookie dough out of a
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