09-04-2026, 05:55 AM
Evie held out the knife and asked, "Would you like to do the honors?"
Gath chuckled and replied, "Most certainly. I grew up with a knife in my hand."
"Careful I keep my knives pretty sharp, I also have a first aid kit available for slips."
Gath gave a small moan of dislike, "A dull knife is dangerous to the user. I keep my blades very sharp. You're right though, the slightest lapse in attention and you can easily cut yourself. With a blade that is properly sharpened, you'll sometimes not even feel the cut."
He lay the fish on his work space and expertly cut the fillets. He worked very efficiently and then set the meat aside, cleaning up after himself and cleaning the knife.
When she suggested the wood for the salmon, he nodded, "Yes, that will give it a nice flavor. You're full of surprises. Not many people know to use that trick for preparing it. Once, during a survival exercise, I had the pleasure of discovering a kind of wood that grew in the desert we were in. It was called Mesquite. The resin within the wood not only helps preserve food, but has a very unique taste to it. It was by pure luck that some was mixed in with the wood I had gathered for a cooking fire."
Evie then asked him to pour some wine, which he did. She followed up by saying she was forgetting something, so he asked, "Are these the sides you wanted? Was there maybe something you wanted to season with, perhaps?"
Glancing around for a moment, he commented, "You have lots of images of your family. I take it that you're very close."
He hesitated for a moment, considering if he should say anything or not, but then felt it would be dishonest of him not to say anything, "I see Keti in a few of them. You were obviously close. What changed?"
Bringing it up was a calculated risk, but she would know that he saw the pictures. It would also be foolish of him to think she did not have other people in her life before he came along, so it was a simple and direct question. The trick was that some people might consider such a question a challenge of some kind that required justification. To Gath, it was simply life. People sometimes formed relationships and then either figured out they weren't a good fit or maybe they grew in different directions. It was hard to say. You would never know if you would fit if you didn't try to find out and if you didn't work out then it ran its course and there was no fault in saying so. He never understood how people could refuse to see that sometimes there wasn't fault to be assigned and the stars just hadn't aligned for them in that moment. Gath had enjoyed a number of relationships over the years. Some had been deliberately temporary, but served a purpose for both at the time. He had a few brushes with what he thought was real love, but in the end they had been too different. He pretty much gave up on Klingon women. Now life was suddenly becoming very interesting again, so he had decided to just be himself. She would either like him for who he was, or they would just remain friends and he would go back to his life of work and relative isolation. His instincts told him something though. At the very least, Evie didn't think like most of the other humans he had met...and he was drawn to that.
Gath chuckled and replied, "Most certainly. I grew up with a knife in my hand."
"Careful I keep my knives pretty sharp, I also have a first aid kit available for slips."
Gath gave a small moan of dislike, "A dull knife is dangerous to the user. I keep my blades very sharp. You're right though, the slightest lapse in attention and you can easily cut yourself. With a blade that is properly sharpened, you'll sometimes not even feel the cut."
He lay the fish on his work space and expertly cut the fillets. He worked very efficiently and then set the meat aside, cleaning up after himself and cleaning the knife.
When she suggested the wood for the salmon, he nodded, "Yes, that will give it a nice flavor. You're full of surprises. Not many people know to use that trick for preparing it. Once, during a survival exercise, I had the pleasure of discovering a kind of wood that grew in the desert we were in. It was called Mesquite. The resin within the wood not only helps preserve food, but has a very unique taste to it. It was by pure luck that some was mixed in with the wood I had gathered for a cooking fire."
Evie then asked him to pour some wine, which he did. She followed up by saying she was forgetting something, so he asked, "Are these the sides you wanted? Was there maybe something you wanted to season with, perhaps?"
Glancing around for a moment, he commented, "You have lots of images of your family. I take it that you're very close."
He hesitated for a moment, considering if he should say anything or not, but then felt it would be dishonest of him not to say anything, "I see Keti in a few of them. You were obviously close. What changed?"
Bringing it up was a calculated risk, but she would know that he saw the pictures. It would also be foolish of him to think she did not have other people in her life before he came along, so it was a simple and direct question. The trick was that some people might consider such a question a challenge of some kind that required justification. To Gath, it was simply life. People sometimes formed relationships and then either figured out they weren't a good fit or maybe they grew in different directions. It was hard to say. You would never know if you would fit if you didn't try to find out and if you didn't work out then it ran its course and there was no fault in saying so. He never understood how people could refuse to see that sometimes there wasn't fault to be assigned and the stars just hadn't aligned for them in that moment. Gath had enjoyed a number of relationships over the years. Some had been deliberately temporary, but served a purpose for both at the time. He had a few brushes with what he thought was real love, but in the end they had been too different. He pretty much gave up on Klingon women. Now life was suddenly becoming very interesting again, so he had decided to just be himself. She would either like him for who he was, or they would just remain friends and he would go back to his life of work and relative isolation. His instincts told him something though. At the very least, Evie didn't think like most of the other humans he had met...and he was drawn to that.