Tylem uses the console to  forward the menu's for a couple of the restaurants to Shui's data glove.  One is an 'Italianate' restaurant that serves a number of vegetarian pasta dishes, while the other specialises in curried dishes they claim are made to authentic ancient Solomani recipes.  Tylen never has had much of a chance to develop sophisticated social skills, so the message attaches simply says + Do you fancy either of these for dinner? +

However, not long after that the message from Yas, delineating watches arrives on his data glove.  "Well that has screwed that." he mutters to himself

Ash is reviewing local conditions on Denotam as he takes a short break from starting the preliminary jump calculations and vectoring for the routes to the jump point.  Given the complexity of the calculations, Ash knows that these require short diversions into the monitoring traffic control as well as the weather, economic, technological, and political scuttlebutt on planet.  All of them could influence the speed and direction that Profit Margin would be leaving the atmosphere and the vector it would be arriving at the jump point, potentially.  Some of it is highly indirect, but all of it could be important.  It's not exactly like the old Solomani philosophy of Chaos Theory, but it is related.

In any case, in Ash's experience, it pays to be safe.  Especially given that a misjump due to improper compensation in the calculation for ill-timed routing or vectoring would put a real damper on everyone's day (and beyond).  Of course, final calculations will have to wait to be generated until they are ready for take off and real cargo displacements and inertial masses can be used - but, that doesn't stop Ash from starting them (or surfing the Web).

He glances over at Tylen when his fellow scout's voice appears to express more than a modicum of disappointment; the words may not be distinct, but the tone is not really hidden.  "Hmmm..." the navigator ventures looking up from his console, "Did you say something, Mr. Ogresh?"

Receiving Tylen's message, Shui dithers.  It's not something to which she is accustomed, being well-organized and with her priorities mostly straight, but between her current state of mind and another person depending on her choices, she finds herself struggling for an answer.

'Italian' would be something with which Tylen more likely has familiarity, and he placed it first.  Likely, then, his first choice.  The second is possibly something he simply found as an alternative, should she not wish Italian.  But then, he was a Scout, and accustomed to eating different foods; even if he is less familiar with the curries, perhaps he would enjoy them more as something new?

Decisions, decisions, and second-guessing Tylen's choices isn't helping her make one.

Simplicity, she decides.  Familiarity.  Something easy, so that neither of them are concerned about the other's dish, and they can focus on something else.  That might be best.

But then...

No.  No, no, no.  No waffling.  She keys her dataglove and sends her reply.

~ Mr Orgesh -

Both seem equally appetizing, but one can only eat in a single restaurant at a time, and thus...I would be honored to join you for the Italian dinner. ~

The moment she sends the message, Yasmine's comes through.  Shui reads it, pauses for thought.  Then her brows draw together and her fingertips drum on the counter.

This...could be a problem.

"Just seen the message Yas sent." Tylen responds to Ash's question "I wasn't expecting to pull a bridge watch tonight."  he continues.  Gently his fingers drum against the side of the console as he considers the implications of the  Roster that Yas has published, before keying a quick message to Shui.

An early dinner perhaps? he sends, followed by a a series of punctuation that indicate a wry smile.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:11, Wed 16 Nov 2011.