[member="Leo Anubis"]
Athena stood at the counter, expertly flaying and slicing fleek eels for supper later. She was hoping to make her special eel soup, complete with fenti beans, salthia beans, bloddles, and other veggies. And, if there was room, some noodles, too.
As she chopped, the Twi'lek swayed her hips and sang one of the few
songs she remembered all of the lyrics to. Her voice wasn't the greatest, true, but it certainly didn't make one's ears bleed.
At the unexpected voice, the Twi'lek jumped slightly. She'd been so absorbed in her song, and with chopping, that she hadn't heard anyone coming in. Turning, she saw that it was none other than Leo, one of the gunnery men. At least, that's what she thought they were called. To her, they were the folks that went in and blew stuff up. With guns. Anyway.
Flashing the man a grin, Athena turned back to her chopping board, throwing a greeting over her shoulder. "
Achute, Leo. They go good. You?" While most other folks were chased out of the kitchen (except the captain -- she couldn't very well tell him what to do on his own ship, right?) the Twi'lek decided to let him stay; after all, she wasn't explicitly busy, and it never hurt to have a little chitchat whilst she worked.