||[Jun. 7th, 2009|05:40 pm]
::dips butter knife into sauce, plopping a generous portion on napkin and using it doodle::
::nods again in a less than enthusiastic pretense of attention as twin's latest outraged rant hits crescendo, eyes scanning room for some diversion, any diversion::
::just about bounces with joy as Neelix's latest victims wander in::
::lifts hand quickly in beckoning, offering sheepish look to side when food art turns into a food projectile::
They are identical, but I have to say, Megan is looking better at the moment.
::coughs when a frown is offered::
All right, all right. I'm on it. But you're the back-up.
::bolsters courage, making way over, stopping beside nearest cluster of spectators::
Ladies? Fill me in?
apologetic look, before jabbing thumb in direction of her twin::
To be frank? Jenny needs help. If you know what I mean.
::arches both brows in surprise::
Really, you think so too? I mean, I was hesitant to be the first to say, all things considered...
Troi is going to love me for this one.
...right. Thanks, Ahni.
::squeezes other Delaney's arm, moving past and clearing throat::
Ensign Delaney...I think there's a seat waiting for you in the Captain's office.
He's crazy if he thinks I'm planning on fielding her.
You other two...my office. Pronto.
I didn't even get the chance to do anything, for goodness sake.
Most people would be gratified to have been spared the trouble.
::lifts own brow, passing captainchakotay
and his faint smile::
::loses own near door, taking in annikahansen
, nearly hidden by potted plant by counter::
Hmm. Wonder how muchshe heard.
::finishes chewing nail, looking around room as it gradually returns to normal::
::looks at unfinished plate, contemplating the possibility of a meal minus second mouth::
::straightens shoulders, reasserting a little nearly forgotten pride::
Well, girls. I'm still hungry.