> In a few minutes the steward brought out tacos. All three Venasians - the > T'remea, cultural liason, and the captain - came over to examine the > platter. Dolari, making a massively adventurous gesture, gingerly picked > one up. Then she looked askance at the human captain, as if to inquire how > in the name of all the spirits of the entire Venasian mythos she was to eat > this. > > "It is finger food. You eat it with your hands. The smaller dishes have toppings that you can put on top of the meat. The green leafy stuff is lettuce. That is salsa, tomatoes, hot sauce, sour cream, ...", Moore said describing the toppings that were on the serving plate.
Dolari looked at Lora R'saran, the cultural attache'. R'saran's expression looked fairly amused, then she said to the steward, "I believe the ambassador is in need of... 'the works?'" When the bemused steward had fixed an overladen taco for the ambassador, she took it and looked at it, unconscious of all eyes - Venasian and Federation - on her. Then she bit into it, from the top of the taco shell's arc, getting a mouthful of fried tortilla, salsa, and lettuce, but none of the ingredients underneath. Some of the sour cream and lettuce slid politely off the taco and onto the table. "A strange dish," she commented, unruffled by the embarrassing display of taco parts now on the table. The steward quickly swiped them out of sight as if he could have been the cause of an intergalactic incident. "Perhaps T'remea Haryail is... handling the tacos incorrectly?" R'saran suggested delicately, looking to the captain for confirmation. -S _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
