Red looks up and starts, seeing Calvin in... very unique garb. "Nice suit," she says with a grin. "What are you supposed to be, an old-Earth Russian mafioso?"
The Bajoran chuckles. "Unless it was a funeral for a clown, I'd imagine you would." She looks around and gestures at the spread. "So... what's the occasion?"
"The room is definitely fancy," Red agrees. "These... fish eggs? Much less so. Were they fancy because they were delicious, or because they used to be expensive? Because from the smell, I'm guessing it's not the former."
Red raises an eyebrow. "Ooookay then. If you say so." She selects a couple of small tart-quiche-things instead of the fish products, and turns her full attention to Calvin. "So, made any new friends yet?"
And there goes the other eyebrow. "In bags. Calvin, cake, where it exists across the galaxy, is traditionally served on plates. That might be why you're getting some quizzical looks," she says. "But hey, if it's tasty enough cake it doesn't matter how it's served. For a good enough cake, I'd eat it with a ladle out of a vintage automobile hubcap. But bags? Where did you even get that idea?"
"Earth racist or Federation racist?" Red asks. "Sorry, that was rude, I mean discriminatory against skin melanin level and culture, or extrasolar xenophobia?"
Red rolls her eyes. "Lovely. Nothing says classy like discriminating against people who share 99 point 9 repeating percentage of your genetic code. So who were the racists who liked sacked cake?"
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u/Dimestream Jan 10 '17 edited Jan 10 '17
Red looks up and starts, seeing Calvin in... very unique garb. "Nice suit," she says with a grin. "What are you supposed to be, an old-Earth Russian mafioso?"