>Anspor and Kelly come in while Mira and Cory are resting. They both look 
>hot and sweaty, and Anspor's jumpsuit is badly stained with grease and 
>something undefinable that has left a bright red splotch.
>
>"Hey!"  Kelly says cheerfully as he wipes his grimy hands on an equally 
>grimy cloth towel, "You got another couple of those?"
>
>Anspor takes a seat at the table across from Mira and smiles at her, "We 
>have the holes patched in that boat..."
>
>"...*again!*" Kelly finishes as he hands an opened long neck bottle to 
>Anspor. In his other big hand he has another beersi, "I don't know who's 
>idea it was to get *bottles* of beersi, but these are damn good."
>
>He raises the bottle to his lips and takes a swig, "Ah! Cold beersi after 
>hot worksi. Can't be beat!"
>
>"What'ch two been up to, ta get so sweaty?" Kelly asks grinning.

"Cleaning. Cabins, passenger areas, everything. Top to bottom, side to 
side," Mira says, "And Cory was so delighted to help. But countering his 
assorted gripes, teasing and playful attacks sortt of made the time pass 
quickly enough."

> >Its about that time that someone tells her she's got a delivery of
> >supplies  for Sick Bay and before she can even thank them, someone
> >else is wanting to  deliver supplies for the 'ponics lab. She takes
> >the beersii with her, and a  grousing Cory, too, and they get all
> >of that stocked in and put away, too.
>
> >Then they collapse in the galley again with another beersii.
>
>Ukanav and Jac are in the galley when Mira and Cory arrive this time. Both 
>have glasses of what looks like red wine and are chatting in vargr. When 
>Mira and Cory come in they look up from their conversation. Unkanav 
>twitches his ears in greeting.
>
>Jac smiles and says, "Do come in. What can I get you?"

"A cold beersi, one of those bottles if there are any left, and about 
anything to eat. I'm famished!" Mira says emphatically, "Thank you!"

Mira