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Indigo	It's a ritual of Indigo's to cook for everyone aboard the ship at the first opportunity. When Indigo came aboard, it was an...er...exciting time (to put things diplomatically), and circumstances just never really lined up until today, when she finally has the opportunity to whip up something. Marinated kethna has been pan-seared, dried, and shredded into nearly a powder, sprinkled atop wide, flat, crunchy treska leaves. Cinnamon, slivers of ginger, and jellied bitterworst are spread atop it, with a dash of tart grilberry juice to slide over the jelly. Then the leaves are rolled up and eaten as finger food. They're served on a wide tray the indigo-skinned gynoid (if you call her an android, she'll insist the term isn't properly descriptive of her) carries in both hands, which she brings to Bereet with a smile and shyly downcast eyes. She clears her throat--perhaps it's odd that vocalization doesn't carry the distinctive electronic hum her words do--and offers, "I brought you something, Bereet. I hope you like it."
Bereet	Bereet has her face in one of her Star Eyes, the camera drones she uses to document everything, tapping at the air in front of her hand as if there were an unseen keyboard in front of it. She holds up a finger. "Just a moment please," she says in a melodic voice that is indicative of her caste within the Krylorian people. It's a little longer then a minute, but she eventually takes the Star Eye off her face and smiles to Indigo. "Oh! Hello," she says with a smile. She looks down at the food and smiles. "How lovely! Will you join me?"
Indigo	Indigo is abashed instantly at the chastisement, and just nods, face slightly dipped, waiting silently and fidgeting in self-conscious shame. When she's finally addressed again, she receives the compliment with a quick, distracted smile that doesn't meet Bereet's eyes, and she nods once, quickly, at the offer, eager to please but worried about being an imposition again.
Bereet	The Guardians self-appointed filmographer tilts her head to one side as she observes Indigo. Shy and unassuming, Bereet decides that this young gynoid would likely not make for a very exciting film, but might become a fan favourite if Bereet edits the footage just right. Her smile is bright then and she gestures to the seat across from her. "It's alright. I don't bite. I am mostly harmless, I assure you."
Indigo	"I just don't want to burden you, is all," Indigo explains quietly, her pink gaze technically on Bereet but rising no higher than the Kylorian's belly. "I didn't mean to be one already, and I don't want to do it again."
Bereet	The Krylorian's laughter is light and tittering, much like a bird chirping. "You were not burdening me at all. I just wanted to finish the bit of editting I was doing while I was in the right mind frame. I hope to send the film off to Krylor in the next couple of days." She looks over the food before her. "You made all this? It looks delicious. May I?"
Indigo	Indigo takes a little bit of heart in the laughter: she raises her gaze to chest high. She also lifts the tray a little higher, in silent offering to the other woman. "Thank you. And of course you may. I made it for you."
Bereet	Taking the offered tray and putting it down on the table with her, Bereet gestures once again to the chair across from her. "Sit, eat, talk, enjoy." On of her Star Eyes floats above, filming everything as always. Bereet rolls up one of leaves and bites it in half. "So, what brings you to join Peter and his crew?"
Indigo	Indigo self-consciously runs her hands over her butt, smoothing out her rubber skirt before she sits. Once seated, she sneaks a quick peek up at Bereet's eyes, then finds her eyes settling more or less on Bereet's chin as she explains shyly, "Pete found me adrift in space. He salvaged me, and he loaned me the money for repairs. I owe him--not just the credits, you see, but the saving. He didn't save my life, but he saved me from floating in space alone until my power cells ran down. So he saved more than my life, you see?" she asks, then blushes violet. "Anyway. What about you?"
Bereet	Bereet listens, smiling softly as Indigo tells her tale. Yes, that will make for a very good segment in her next film, she thinks to herself. A lost in space gynoid. Saved by the leader of the Guardians. "Peter keeps forgetting I'm on the ship and flying off places. So, I decided that I would use that to my advantage and start filming him and his adventures. He is very profitable so far." She finishes off the morsel in her hand with a second bite.
Indigo	Indigo nods, and searches for the words for a moment before settling on, "So you and he began as lovers? Am I understanding your meaning?"
Bereet	Bereet tries to figure out just what she said that implied that she and Peter were lovers. Not that they weren't, just that she can't seem to add anything she said to implying that. She nods then, assuming that the gynoid has her ways through body language and vocal tones. "Yes. He is very skilled. But I have found that he has better uses."
Indigo	Noting Bereet's confusion, Indigo nods. "You didn't exactly give it away. Gamora said things about Peter bringing women onto the ship, so it seemed like a logical guess." She smiles suddenly. "I'm glad you and he found something together, even if it was just for the moment. It's a beautiful thing." A thought occurs, and she asks a bit anxiously, "Do you feel forgotten here?"
Bereet	Taking another of the leaf-wrapped morsels, Bereet shakes her head. "When I was here as Peter`s lover, yes. But as his documentarist? Not at all. I get my best work done of you forget that my cameras and I are around. So, if I am forgotten, it makes for better filming. Besides, the other guardians are not nearly as forgetful." The Krylorian makes a happy little chirping noise. "Oh, these are lovely. Thank you so much. What about yourself though?"
Indigo	Indigo wants to pursue that bit about the other Guardians not being forgetful, but then a question is asked. It would be rude not to answer. "You're welcome, but I don't understand the question. What about me? Are you asking if I feel forgotten?" she asks, head cocked inquisitively.
Bereet	Bereet nods her head, "That is is exactly what I mean. Do you feel that you are forgotten here amongst the other Guardians?" she gestures to the food in front of her. "Do you not eat? Would you like some as well?"
Indigo	Indigo nods. "Sure, I feel forgotten all the time," she explains, with no self-pity or malice but plain fact in her voice. "I'm not as bombastic or as fun or as trouble-making as the others, so they don't think of me as much. But it doesn't matter if they remember me. I remember them, and I'll keep remembering them because they deserve it. If they don't think I deserve to be remembered, well, that doesn't change what they deserve." She smiles artlessly, guilelessly. "And I can eat, but my fuel cells don't really need it, so it seems like kind of a waste. People who need it should have it."
Bereet	Bereet nods. "Exactly. You think like I do. You will make a wonderful addition to my films on the Guardians." She has another of the morsels. "So, where did you learn to cook? It's quite lovely."
Indigo	Indigo smiles, and her eyes touch Bereet's for a long while; almost three-fourths of a second before shyly slipping down again. "I guess we do, don't we? And the cooking isn't all that interesting. I was programmed with a pretty comprehensive functioning knowledge of chemistry, which is all cooking really is at the ground level. The rest of it--what combinations a given species is apt to like, and how to present the food--I got from free videos you can get any time you have a connection. I've also learned a lot about laundry and about properly cleaning and sterilizing a home environment, so that's been fun."     Indigo has a weird idea of fun.