Grease... The Breakfast
arcticblast
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[0800]
Jonas had tied one on last night. As a result, he didn't need the standard Starfleet breakfast of healthy fare, ie toast, cereal, fruit. He needed a real breakfast, black coffee, lots of black coffee, sausage, biscuits, fried potatoes. Replicated food just wouldn't meet the need. After a cold shower, he set out to look for a restaurant that served that sort of fare. He found such a restaurant. It looked like a 20th century Earth diner, the only difference was that it was run by a humanoid with four arms. He seemed to be efficient. Jonas entered the restaurant and sat down at the counter.
The humanoid had a name tag on his uniform that said 'Bob'. Bob looked at him and said, "What'll it be."
Jonas didn't even bother to ask for a menu, "Coffee, the darkest you've got, three sausage patties, two eggs, over easy, potatoes, fried, and a biscuit if you've got them."
Bob turned and started his order on the griddle behind him. He turned back to Jonas for a moment and placed a steaming cup of coffee. The coffee in the cup was as black as a black hole.
Jonas took a sip of his cup of coffee, "Perfect, thank you."
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Jonas watched Bob as he cooked the breakfast. Bob use of all four of his arms independently was fascinating to watch. In a matter of minutes, Bob had cooked Jonas' breakfast. Plating the breakfast was almost as interesting as cooking. Bob slid the plate across the counter to Jonas.
"Thank you." Jonas started on his breakfast. He looked over at the clock on the wall. 0815 hours, he still had plenty of time to eat before the briefing started. Jonas took another drink of coffee and started in on his breakfast.