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eliyesTitle: The Proper Ingredients
series: Andorians
A/N: Andorian family terms from here.
Strangely, it's H'rov who's the country boy, not Jhæss. H'rov, who feels most at home in space stations or starships working with computers and machines, and doesn't particularly show any interest at all in his bondmates of a more biological bent's interests.
Most people would be surprised; Jhæss is the one that they associate with an obsession with fresh ingredients -- but, really, that comes from growing up in an industrial center. Yes, Jhæss was a city boy, the third from youngest of twelve children, who learned how to cook at his zhavey's knee.
She had always held a certain disdain for replicated food, insisting that natural ingredients were better -- something that was always a point of contention between her and Jhæss's shreya, who was a little more technologically inclined and didn't particularly care so much what the food tasted like as long as it was filling and nutritious.
Jhæss wasn't the only one of the children to absorb his zhavey's cooking wisdom, of course. His eldest zhi, Muavi, is now a renowned chef at an elite restaurant. He still gets messages from her sometimes telling him how he could probably really make something of himself outside of Starfleet, if he ever decided to become a chef like her.
But he looks around his quarters at his bondmates, happily eating a dinner that he has prepared for them, and he thinks that he has probably made something well enough on his own.
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series: Andorians
A/N: Andorian family terms from here.
Strangely, it's H'rov who's the country boy, not Jhæss. H'rov, who feels most at home in space stations or starships working with computers and machines, and doesn't particularly show any interest at all in his bondmates of a more biological bent's interests.
Most people would be surprised; Jhæss is the one that they associate with an obsession with fresh ingredients -- but, really, that comes from growing up in an industrial center. Yes, Jhæss was a city boy, the third from youngest of twelve children, who learned how to cook at his zhavey's knee.
She had always held a certain disdain for replicated food, insisting that natural ingredients were better -- something that was always a point of contention between her and Jhæss's shreya, who was a little more technologically inclined and didn't particularly care so much what the food tasted like as long as it was filling and nutritious.
Jhæss wasn't the only one of the children to absorb his zhavey's cooking wisdom, of course. His eldest zhi, Muavi, is now a renowned chef at an elite restaurant. He still gets messages from her sometimes telling him how he could probably really make something of himself outside of Starfleet, if he ever decided to become a chef like her.
But he looks around his quarters at his bondmates, happily eating a dinner that he has prepared for them, and he thinks that he has probably made something well enough on his own.
.
