Just punched this one up. Not a writer, but I figure someone might enjoy.
We, the , relegate the bulk of our dining habits to only what is necessary. A handful berries is considered a rare delicacy reserved for only the high lords of Mesh Prime. The majority of the subsist on tasteless food cubes that provide
all our needed daily nutrients, calories, and vitamins in acouple bites.
I was serving as a simple ship steward on the T when it was fated to make first contact with the humans. We came upon them doing barely 1/ 3 Krishna standard speed. Theirs was a simple supply ship named the "Galley Wench", transporting goods to one of
their outpost colonies.
When the bridge communications officer opened avid channel to the human ship and announced himself and his standing, the largest bipedal I have ever seen flipped on their end ofthe channel and greeted us with, "Well burn my biscuits[ Who' d' thunk ' [Smoky
would be the one to make first contact with the mesh?! Hahahaa["
This also marked the first time I had ever seen communications officer so blatantly blustered on an open line, "Uh... er 'ahem' t turfiest contact procedures dictate an open and informal meeting on either ship in -. establish future means recontact and let both
parties gain mutual understanding of each other. Are you agreeable to this procedure?"
The large human replied robustly, "Well golly, I should say I certainly is[ We should have this meeting over here on the ' Wench[ The boys and Ijust got the grill going. Come on over and I' ll have our ship chef make us all up something right and tasty to gulp down and
have a good ' talk over!"
As a ship steward I was privileged enough to be invited on the diplomatic team for first contact with the humans. When we docked we switched over our internal for their atmospheric content and were welcomed in by a somewhat skinnier human dressed in
something akin to what many would compare to our priests' holy robes. The gamertag on his all white outfit read simply, "Chef: Pierre," and he gave us a curt bow and gestured for us to follow him.
Something not many species know about we is that we have a highly developed olfactory capability. Useful in stealth missions and diplomatic affairs, we can pick out a large number of unique scents and pheromones to great advantage. When the doors to
the "Mess Hall'' opened we were staggered by the overwhelming amount of scent that hit us like a wall of exquisite warmth.
The table in front of us was large enough to seat at least 50 , and the entirety of its surface was covered in what was creating the wondrous smells we were experiencing. Food. Of all kinds and varieties from humanity' s different cultures. For the first time in
our lives, we were hungry. It was about this time that the large human we had talked to earlier sauntered into the room, large abdomen surely blocking most of his view of the small matures of our diplomatic party, "Hahahahaa No need to stand for the occasion
oky has served enough crews to see the hunger in them eyes. Dig in!"
I was prodded forward to the table first, mainly because I think the rest of our team didn' t know what to make of everything they were seeing. I hesitantly approached something that looked harmless and plain enough, so that I could work up to some of the more exotic
dishes. The first bite shook me to my core. The happy and joyous rush that danced across my sensitive tastebuds was surely reserved for only enlightened and ascended beings. I didn' t care if was participating in blasphemy, I savored every morsel and crumb that I
ate. Tears streamed down my face- I later learned that what I picked out was called a "jelly donut with chocolate frosting-"
The team doctor rushed to my side thinking I had been poisoned, but I waved him off as I regained control over my limbs and once again stood. "Good." This seemed to be sign enough for the rest of the team that everything was alright to eat. The next 5 hours (human
time} passed like a slow wondrous dream, where we sampled the most amazing fetters the humans had to offer and their captain [Smoky relegated tales of travel through the system and bits of his life- Everything he said was like a long lost gospel passing down the
wonder and uniqueness ofthe true nature ofthe universe, preaching to us the amazing existence to be found in the world offodd alone.
After the meal, [Smoky and crew helped us back to our pod, our thoraxes feeling like they would burst if we consumed anything else. We returned to T, and spent the next 3 days relegating to the rest of the crew what we had experienced as almost a holy
Hook back on the experience now as the start of a wonderful revolution for my people. For all our technological advancements, we the were lacking in the simple joys of life- We trade away some our most astounding technological marvel blueprints to the
humans for organic crops, livestock, and libraries of recipes and cooking documentaries.