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[lisburn_lion]

Who: Fran + YOU
Where: The Officers' Mess
What: Lunch

A few shifts into her new posting, Fran felt she was getting the hang of life aboard the Enterprise and starting to make herself at home. She hadn't blown anything up, caused a crisis of any sort, or gotten herself lost. She counted that as a win

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[vulcancommander]

Spock had chosen a seat all the way towards the back. He never expected anyone to sit with him; most of the other crewmembers avoided eating by him just in case they were to accidentally insult him with the manner in which they ate or by saying something inappropriate. Or maybe they just didn't want to be called illogical or have theories thrown back in their face.

More seats filled, but Spock didn't look bothered by it as he kept to himself, quiet as usual while eating a replicated salad. The tastebuds on Vulcans weren't the best in the world, so he didn't mind the replicated taste like others complained about. What did surprise him though was a voice, an unfamiliar one, asked if it was okay to sit in the unoccupied chair across from him. Looking up, there was a lieutenant he didn't recognize, but that was no reason to tell her no. He gave her a little nod, studying her for a moment before answering.

"I will not mind if you wish to share the table with me." Spock made sure there was plenty of room for her tray on the table.

[lisburn_lion]

"Thanks." Fran smiled and took the seat, setting the tray down in front of her. The requirements of politeness satisfied, she was no longer paying a great deal of attention to the person sitting opposite her. Her shift had been long and tired enough that she was wholly focused on her sandwich.

[vulcancommander]

While she wasn't watching him, he was certainly watching her. He hadn't seen her before - she was probably one of the new recruits from the starbase they had gained while on shore leave. During the fiasco of making sure things were back in order and then the Boyle incident, he hadn't had time to review over all the new arrivals like he should have really.

"May I inquire as to who you are and if you are one of the new recruits from the starbase over the planet Risa?"

[lisburn_lion]

"I-" She stopped as she noticed his rank insignia. Oops. She needed to start paying more attention to the people around her. "Lt. Frances Lynch, sir," she replied. "I transferred from the USS Hargreave."

[vulcancommander]

Spock raised a brow slightly as she started to speak and then abruptly stopped. Apparently something startled her into losing whatever train of thought she had been currently conducting.

Lt. Lynch. The name was somewhat familiar in his mind, probably recognizing it from the dossier PADD he had only a moment to glance over. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Lt. Lynch. I am Commander Spock and the head of the Life Science Division."

[lisburn_lion]

Fran nodded and smiled. "Pleasure to meet you, sir."

[vulcancommander]

He finally looked down at---

What was that she was eating? He had never seen a sort of meal quite like that one before. Sure, the commander had seen a number of sandwiches before - the Captain called his experiments sometimes - but nothing like what she had on her plate.

"May...I question the ingredients of your meal, Lt. Lynch?"

[lisburn_lion]

"Uh...bacon, lorne sausage, links, tomato, and egg," Fran replied. It was an impressive sandwich, and she was quite proud of it. A triple-decker no less.

[vulcancommander]

And to a Vulcan, that sandwich would almost be pleasing if it hadn't been for the meat ingredient. Then again, they were picky eaters for the most part, but Spock knew better than to speak his mind. He had learned from his mistake with Marla, and would make an effort to not insult another crew member - especially one had just met.

"That is...what is known as the 'triple decker', correct?" Not that he understood why they called it something along the lines of three packs of cards or different levels of a ship-like craft, but that was the Human way.

[lisburn_lion]

"Yes sir," Fran said brightly. She looked at the sandwich and couldn't help but wonder exactly what sort of impression she was making here. "...I was hungry."

[vulcancommander]

Spock had seen much worse. While the contents of her lunch weren't favorable by a Vulcan's standards, they were much better than...what had Scotty called it? Haggis. Yes, that was it.

"It is logical to supplement the body with the nutrients in needs in a flavor that suits the brain's palate at the given moment." He rattled things off like a computer before picking up his utensils once more. "To make a sandwich large enough to solve the problem of hunger is logical, Lt. Lynch."

[lisburn_lion]

"Well that's good," Fran agreed. In deference to the fact that she was eating with a superior officer, she made an attempt to display something resembling table manners.