Dinner for... one?

[Mysthero]

@DreamsnThings

Phebe didn't need to eat. Travis gave himself a mental kick for the stupidity of asking her out to a dinner date. Even going as far as mocking himself as his stripped for a quick shower, "Hey Phebe, why don't we go to bed together, you can lay there and watch me sleep for eight to nine hours because you don't have anything better to do right? Fucking moron."

After a quick shower and getting dressed in more casual wear now that his shift was over, the young human had walked into the section of his dormitory that he had converted into a small kitchenette. Not many of the passengers and crew cooked in their dorms so getting portable stove, sink, and a proper disposal unit had honestly made some of his neighbors nervous. Travis at times could be a klutz and there was a genuine concern and possibly even a formal complaint that he could set fire to their housing section! Travis had to argue that for centuries mankind had been cooking and serving meals for family and friends out of the comfort of their own home! Even the art of a homecooked meal was the cornerstone of human mating rituals at one time or another! Thankfully his reasoning was practical enough to allow some leeway, and despite his natural tendency to be clumsy, there was an odd grace whenever he found himself behind the stove.

Today was also a smaller meal that he found himself inspired by some of the more prominent species of the crew! Sautéed shrimp in a light garlic butter sauce on a bed of Auran seaweed and some Leuruca vegetables. Though these planets were thirty years behind them the gardens and hydroponics bay grew a selection of plants from the home worlds. The shrimp however was a bit on the pricier side of things as these had to be grown and raised in the aquariums. The meal, though light, had been the product of research in Travis' personal time! He wondered if this may have been a popular meal in the alliance between human, auran, and florasian cultures! Or maybe he was just overthinking it and becoming a little too proud of himself for cooking some protein and preparing some greens and veggies. Was he nervous? He believed himself to be nervous though Phebe had given him no real reason to be such. "Alright, just breathe." He told himself as he went to the nearby terminal. Sending a message to Phebe that he was ready!

She doesn't eat... not really anyway! Should he prepare two plates? Is that presumptuous or is he overthinking the whole thing? In the end he settled on making two plates and two glasses of white wine which alone had cost him quite a bit of wage. It's not like there were a lot of competing vineyards on the ship. Even the light settings had sent him into a tizzy of overthinking, should he set a lower more intimate light? Would THAT be presumptuous!? His anxiety was way too high but in the end he settled on a lower light setting to dim the the living area where he had prepared the table for two. He did however drink some of the wine as an attempt to calm his nerves, he just knew he was being stupid about this!

[DreamsnThings]

Today was a rather interesting day for phebe, usually she was given tasks related to repairs, usually minor ones, or simply asked a question that ultimately could have been answered easily enough without her... but today someone asked her to join them for a meal? Within a few moments after the question she deduced he merely was curious about her anatomy and was wanting to feed her for an experiment, which was fine from her perspective. Playing along was more interesting to her then simply dragging out repairs as usual... so she had left a decent sized glob in the vents in Travis's room, so she could be a little more convenient of that section of the ship.

This... led to some interesting discoveries about the human known as Travis.

     The little glob had snapped to attention as soon as he spoke her name out loud. Before growing increasingly confused as he spoke of observing him sleep from up close this time, which was odd, especially at the mention of fucking? The last word was slightly too muffled from his slight face palming to make out, but she picked up the the rest, along with the general fact that he did not intend to call her yet... which was odd she had to reference a few files related to all this for clarification...

     So the little silver orb kept watching as a small fraction of phebe's consciousness paid attention, another was reviewing information, and the other 98% continued with tasks around the ship... leading her to witness as the man cleaned his body before starting to prepare food... taking a milimoment to notice he spent a decent portion of his wage on this experiment... 

Then he sent the message for her to go ahead and come, and well she was about to simply hop down in her current baseball sized blobs form to join him quickly, she noticed his continued fussing with the tableware and lights... both of which she didn't entirely understand why... but she saw his effort to make this succeed, so she slipped from the vent out to the hallway, gathering up a mass of nanites similar in scale to travis, creating a internal grid for infrastructure well leaving pockets of air to reduce weight... taking a beat to try and be considerent she stretched out a thin layer of nanotes that wrapped around her established form before slipping through different coatings... making the dress slowly shift in its texture and reflective nature... going from a  shiny metalic grey to a more malt, silky aqua blue. Her "skin" and "hair" going through a similar process... almost appearing to dry out as a thin layer of slightly tanned skin covers everything left exposed behind the dress, well individual wires relax as they link forming auburn red hair, her eyes slowly forming in a sparkling violet hue... a faint tint of makeup coloring her face as her nanites mimic even the smallest detail...

As she knocks on the door she smiles her lips slowly darkening into a dark blackish red animated with little flecks of yellow and orange that slip in and out of view.

People rarely see phebe on a break, but thats just because they dont "see" PH3B... or atleast, dont realize when they do~

[Mysthero]

The knock on the door startled Travis at first as he nervously looked to make sure everything was set properly. He wasnt striving for perfection mostly because he knew it would be futile! Under normal circumstances, a date would still be stressful! But a date with someone smarter, stronger and litterally superior to him in almost every way was somewhat terrifying. What if he was going to be graded and end up being put on some list of being inadequate for breeding!? No, NO! Stop... over thinking this will drive Travis insane and he did his absolute best to swallow his anxiety and open the door.

He was greeting his guest with a warm welcoming smile though there was a brief second where there was no recognition! She was gorgeous, wearing a lovely dress and beautiful hair. For a split second he believed her to be some sort of prank from a neighbor sending a girl from the red light district to prevent him from cooking. Her only imperfections however, were her perfections. And that smile being a little too unnatural. On satisfactory recognition he stepped aside and allowed her in. "Good evening Phebe! Thank you for coming!"