Following the exclamation is the sound of something sloshing (but more or less remaining intact), and the sound of a plate clattering to the floor, and with it synthetic-but-still-(once)-delicious spaghetti and meatballs.
That's ... gonna leave a stain.
Sorry, Ten Forward.
The young man who had very nearly collided into the good captain, and only narrowly missed slamming right into the man's chest because of his innate Spidey sense, glances at him.
Uh - he's tall.
And Peter Parker's not exactly short.
"Man, they really need to figure a better way of getting people onto this ship."
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Following the exclamation is the sound of something sloshing (but more or less remaining intact), and the sound of a plate clattering to the floor, and with it synthetic-but-still-(once)-delicious spaghetti and meatballs.
That's ... gonna leave a stain.
Sorry, Ten Forward.
The young man who had very nearly collided into the good captain, and only narrowly missed slamming right into the man's chest because of his innate
Spideysense, glances at him.Uh - he's tall.
And Peter Parker's not exactly short.
"Man, they really need to figure a better way of getting people onto this ship."