A gentle tropical breeze wafted across the terrace as day turned to night, the stars of Sirius beginning to shine in the unspoiled skies of Curacao.
Kimi reclined back in her chair, offering a quick nod of affirmation up at Cait, "Ah, hai, hai! Hilda did actually mention that to me when I flew with her in Rheinland a while back, that's certainly convenient if you already have contacts with the station administration."
Attention turned from the conversation with Cait and Steph as the chef made her appearance on the terrace. Kimi's eyebrows raising curiously, the look of surprise quickly replaced with a grin as the Kusarian hopped to her feet and offered Hilda a polite bow, "My pleasure to finally meet you face-to-face as well Hilda... and it will equally be a pleasure to finally sample your skills in the kitchen as well, I am sure!". She cocked her head slightly to one side, aiming a wink at Cait and Steph, "Well, I was expecting good food here, but from what I've heard, Hilda's dinner should be better than just 'good', neh?!"
Kimi's grin only widened at Hilda's red-faced failure to take a compliment gracefully, eyeing the summer salad as she settled back into her chair, "Oh, a little taste of home, hai? I'm looking forward to seeing a Rheinlander spin on a classic Kusari dish!". Kimi chuckled, offering a friendly wave of her hand to Hilda as the chef hussled her way quickly back towards the kitchen, "I hope you'll find time to join us for talk this evening Hilda!".
A little gurgle erupted from the stomach-region of Kimi's body, a sure sign that although she had enjoyed a relaxing afternoon, perhaps the appearance of food was a more than welcome development in her day. "This certainly looks delightful, shall we?", Kimi asked, hands folded in her lap as she waited for her hosts to join her at the table, her demeanour the very picture of formal Kusari etiquette, despite the pilot's outwardly rough, heavilly tattooed, urban appearance.
Hilda: Ja ich denke ich werde ein wenig Zeit Finden.Steph Smirks and clears her throat to indicate that she is Talking a Language that Kimi doesn't Understand. it makes Hilda Blush even more.I meant that I will find some time to join you when I can, Maybe at the end when I Serve the Dessert.
Cait and Steph Smiled as they saw how Hilda Left them with a Bright Red Head in the direction of the Kitchen. The Woman was a Talented and Good Cook but Hilda had not so much Experience with Compliments and Praises, but it was exactly that what Hilda's Guest loved about her she was just a Normal Friendly Woman that was just happy when someone liked her food.
Steph: Our Litle Hilda can be Realy Shy when she can't hide in her Kitchen. Chuckle But yes she is one of the Talented Young Cooks that I know, her Meals are Realy Popular within the Company.
Cait and Steph came over and sit down with Kimi. Hilda had Served a Salad with Several snacks like
Small Salmon Pieces and Mini Onigiri. It was clear that Hilda had prepared the salad with great care, she had Mixed the Different Flavors and Origins of the Ingredients into an Interesting and Delicious Package.
Cait: Oh I am sure this will be good, our Hilda loves to Experiment and Mix Different Origins and Flavors. And this Salad looks like it could be one of her Best Works.
Both of them Smiled and Began to eat with a Smile, they smiled even Brighter as they Tasted the First Bites of the Salad. They have Eaten for a while as Cait Noticed Kimi's Tattoos.
Cait: Oh this is Tasty. I like your Tattoos, Have they a Meaning or are they just Bodyart? I have one or two myself but they are at Spots that only Steph is allowed to See.
Cait Laughs and Steph gave her a loving nudge in the ribs for that but also smiled. Even though they were now Married and a Couple for Several Years the Two still behaved like they were Freshly in love. After they had Eat the Salad Hilda Returned with the Main Dish of the Evening, she had still a bit Red on her Cheeks from the Blushes before as she Puts the Plates with the "Salmon in Sweet Wasabi Sauce with Boiled Potatoes and Green asparagus" On the Table.