Rupert slid a neatly folded two-egg omelet onto Kasumi’s plate, next to the biscuit, slice of cantaloupe and small bunch of grapes. "There you are, Miss Goto. Hope you enjoy it. I take my eggs with tabasco, myself," he advised in his gravelly voice. "That's the last of the cantaloupe, by the by. Probably won't get more 'til we make it back to an Alliance colony. I'm sure we'll be able to get some real nice asari fruit on Lusia, though."
Kasumi smiled as she took her plate. "Thank you, Rupert," she replied in a vaguely Japanese accent. Her customary hood was pulled down, revealing brown eyes, a petite nose, and a bob of jet-black hair with a white streak down the left side. Her lower lip and labret were tattooed with a broad lavender stripe. She had given up trying to conceal her face aboard the Normandy, but the meaning of the tattoo remained a secret kept to herself.
"Your pretty smile makes it all worthwhile, Ms. Goto." The mess sergeant grinned toothily.
"Creepy old man much?" a voice piped up from behind Kasumi. It was Ken Donnelly, speaking in his inimitable Scottish brogue. He thrust his tray forward. "Stop flirting with the poor lass and give me some eggs, Rupert. I'm hungry."
Kasumi giggled as she walked away, looking for a place to sit. She spotted Tali’Zorah sitting with Garrus Vakarian. The quarian woman waved her over.
In the days following the Omega-4 run, Kasumi helped Garrus and Tali ferret out all the micro-cameras and electronic ears that had been planted throughout the Normandy during its construction. Shep had made it a top priority, second only to patching up the hull. Miranda pointed out some of the bugs, but even the ex-Cerberus loyalist didn't know where they all were. They had no choice but to scan and probe every square foot of the ship, crawling through every duct and opening every panel. It took them three passes to find them all, and then they did another two passes just for good measure. The whole process took a little over a week, but Kasumi bonded with them in a way she had been unable to in the days leading up to Omega-4.
Garrus was enthusiastically shoving a forkful of food in his mouth as Kasumi sat down. She felt her appetite wither when she saw what he was eating. "What is Garrus putting in his mouth?" she whispered, leaning over to Tali.
Garrus overheard her. "It’s balag-ruk," he mumbled around the food in his mouth before gulping it down. "It's a popular breakfast dish among my species."
"Ugh. It looks like rancid guacamole with worms and eyeballs mixed in."
"And you consider that a bad thing, I take it," he said, spearing one of the eyeballs with his fork and holding it up. "In point of fact, this isn't an eyeball. It's a vegetable."
"Well, then it must come from a very creepy looking plant." Kasumi shook her head. "What about those wormlike thingies?"
"Oh, those are worms," Garrus admitted with a shrug. "To tell the truth, it isn't my favorite, but it's one of the few turian dishes that Gardner knows how to prepare passably well. And I'm hungry." He guided the ocular vegetable into his mouth.
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...but shame it had to be Jacob.
