Chapter 11“I can’t believe you don’t know how to cook,” Max said, from the table, where he was still finishing a cup of coffee, while Tai cleared up from their lunch.
“All my meals were provided to me,” Tai said. “They had me on a special diet that was meant to enhance my brain functioning.”
Max snorted. “Sounds like pseudoscience. But, you work in a diner.”
“Not in the kitchen.”
“So what about in your quarters?”
Tai shrugged. “I can do some basics. And heat things up, the way we did on the Swan. I usually bring food home from the diner, too.” He finished putting the plates in the dishwasher, took Max’s empty mug from him and came to join Max at the mess table. “Anyway, I hardly get a chance in here, do I?”
Max chuckled. “That’s fair. I’ve been enjoying having my old galley back.”
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