||[Jul. 10th, 2009|01:46 pm]
::spears a celery stalk, swishing it around in something Chell seems to think resembles dressing::
::wonders who got the bright idea to let the Bolian and Talaxian switch off security and mess shifts...then wonders when Neelix's cooking became worth preferring::
Should have risked wasting replicator rations.
::debates doing it yet, glancing over to doors to see if wife is anywhere within visual range::
::groans at worser sight::