05-29-2025, 11:10 AM
The exchange between the growing group of officers was enjoyable. Mara was relaxing with the group. Trill sounded almost like high Elvish to Lucy. Learning more about Trill culture and language was beautiful. It was all about insights and getting to know others. Lucy tried not to be surprised by Robin and Hally’s appreciation for what seemed extreme foods. It was all about getting to know people.
“Those tacos are certainly safe from me, though I might grab something a lot lower down the scale later on. Nothing like a good pepper high, but I have my limits.”
Lucy was thrown by Hally’s query about cultures. She’d grown up realising that there was a lot of history that went on before her ancestors had even crossed the Atlantic. There was a depressive cynicism that could fall down when she considered her culture. It certainly made her believe that there were such a thing as sins.
“American culture is something like a gumbo or potluck soup. There’s a little bit of everything. Mostly it’s the food. Living near the West Coast meant a blend of Japanese, Mexican and the rediscovered diner culture from the mid-20th.Tacos are one of the things picked up from Mexican culture with very mixed success.”
Lucy shuddered involuntarily at a memory of a class on fast food from the late 20th into the early 21st. Some of it wasn’t so terrible, a lot of tastes better than it looks, but she had bad memories. She hated how a mind and her mind in particular would drop in some bad memory that she hoped was long buried. But like a zombie with a grudge as she recalled from a book she’d read a long time ago it hit her when she didn’t want to think about it. Lucy tried to distract herself from those memories.
“laH je’SoH tlhutlh’a’ is about the extent of my Klingon. I’m not certain if I mangled the intonation and syntax. I love learning languages. There's something almost mathematical in their construction, quite beautiful. Their study can be highly enlightening.”
“Those tacos are certainly safe from me, though I might grab something a lot lower down the scale later on. Nothing like a good pepper high, but I have my limits.”
Lucy was thrown by Hally’s query about cultures. She’d grown up realising that there was a lot of history that went on before her ancestors had even crossed the Atlantic. There was a depressive cynicism that could fall down when she considered her culture. It certainly made her believe that there were such a thing as sins.
“American culture is something like a gumbo or potluck soup. There’s a little bit of everything. Mostly it’s the food. Living near the West Coast meant a blend of Japanese, Mexican and the rediscovered diner culture from the mid-20th.Tacos are one of the things picked up from Mexican culture with very mixed success.”
Lucy shuddered involuntarily at a memory of a class on fast food from the late 20th into the early 21st. Some of it wasn’t so terrible, a lot of tastes better than it looks, but she had bad memories. She hated how a mind and her mind in particular would drop in some bad memory that she hoped was long buried. But like a zombie with a grudge as she recalled from a book she’d read a long time ago it hit her when she didn’t want to think about it. Lucy tried to distract herself from those memories.
“laH je’SoH tlhutlh’a’ is about the extent of my Klingon. I’m not certain if I mangled the intonation and syntax. I love learning languages. There's something almost mathematical in their construction, quite beautiful. Their study can be highly enlightening.”