“Aw, oh man, this sucks.” Bash groaned out, head hanging low as he scrubbed at one of the dirty pots in the sink. Although the whole sad shtick didn’t last long as he grinned at you, throwing a quick wink your way, “Although it doesn’t suck as much with you here.” Bash chuckled out, eyes dancing with playful mirth.

You and Bash, like two peas in a pod. Two very troublemaking peas, apparently. All according to Calderon. With your arrival, Bash’s mischievous ways seemed to be heightened tenfold. Much to Calderon’s disapproval. After doing a particularly troublemaking deed with Bash, Calderon had sentenced you two to a weeks worth of kitchen duty. Bummer.

Bash arched a dark brow seeing you struggle to the chop the a vegetable. He laughed, quickly abandoning his dish washing duties and sliding up next to you until your shoulders brushed. “Need some help?” He asked with the playful tilt of his head but he seemed to genuinely want to help all the same. “Here. I got it.” Bash took the knife from you before you could cause any more damage to the poor vegetable and swiftly got to chopping with practiced ease.

Once he was done, he slid the chopped vegetable pieces to side, grabbing another one, “See how I hold the knife? This way I won’t cut myself. Very useful.” He said with the playful wiggle of his eyebrows, lips quirked up into that familiar smile he seemed to always wear.

“I’m not known as the best chef on this starship for nothing after all!” Bash leaned in, eyes narrowed in mischief as his voice dropped to a whisper, “Just don’t tell Damon I said that. I don’t need that guy coming after me.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Wanna try again? Best way to get better is to practice!”