Sunday October 29, 2006
Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick — Part II: Schlocktoberfest 2006


Narrator: Dinner, in a secluded-yet-scenic part of the Rec Deck aboard the Touch-and-Go.
Elf: I'm impressed. You got Chef Ch'Vorthq to prepare food without pureeing it.
Kevyn: That's not nearly as impressive as this swimming deck. Did you do all this while I was comatose?
Elf: I was the Officer-in-Charge. All the necessary hookups were already in place, though. We just needed to replace the vegetation.
Kevyn: I think it's a great idea. Tagon wanted to convert this deck to another Engineering bay.
Elf: Yeah. He ran it past me and the rest of the non-comatose officers. If anyone build anything big down here, we'd have to cut massive access hatches through several decks.
Kevyn: And you talked him out of it? Nice work.
Kevyn: You've got huge aptitude for engineering. I have to wonder what else you'd be good at.
Elf: We'll just have to find out, then won't we?
Kevyn: I. . . Um, sorry. I had a mouthful of prawns.
Elf: Oh. Tasted like chicken.