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#lizaan 2 when someone is nice to him: welp guess i’ll just have to betray all my values for this person
eldritchazure · 9 months
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This is my second entry for Dominionweek!! It’s for the prompts Culture Shock and Cuisine.
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Lizaan’s eyes widened when the taste of the cold food hit his tongue. It was… vibrant, to say the least. Kexera smiled at the expression of surprise that must have been on his face.
It tastes like rippleberries, all sweet and tangy, and yet the texture was completely new. It was creamy and wonderful, and it was also extremely cold. The temperature made his front teeth sort of ache, so he moved the substance towards the back of his mouth to chew with his molars. It began to melt on his tongue before he swallowed it. It was divine.
“What did you call this again?” he asked Kexera as he scooped another chunk out of the bowl with his spoon.
“It’s called ice cream,” the grinning Betazoid replied. “It’s a traditional human desert. The contraption I used to make it was also invented by the humans. It can turn just about anything into ice cream, with some dairy products added in to give it the right texture.”
“It’s amazing,” Lizaan said emphatically. When the Founder had instructed him to mingle with the natives of Betazed, he certainly hadn’t expected this. In fact, most of Betazoids he’d interacted with so far had either been frosty or irritatingly obsequious towards him. He had no idea why Kexera was being so kind. She had gone through all this trouble, risking the ire of her peers for associating with him, just to do things like make him ice cream that he’d actually be able to taste. It was a bit suspicious, actually. She certainly wasn’t this welcoming to the other Vorta in their delegation. But it was hard to be cynical about Kexera’s intentions with a spoonful of rippleberry ice cream in his mouth.
“I’m glad you think so,” Kexera said. “Actually, could I try some? I’ve never heard of this rippleberry you like so much.”
Lizaan nodded and passed her the bowl. It was now about half-full of the smooth light purple substance called ice cream. “You’ve likely never heard of it because it only grows in Dominion space,” he told her as she went to get herself a spoon.
As she ate her spoonful, her expression seemed pensive. Lizaan wondered idly if she’d like it.
“It’s… good,” she seemed to decide after a moment of contemplation. “Odd, but good.”
He sort of wanted to tell her about the rippleberry groves on Kurill Prime, but he knew that would be giving up too much. As nice as Kexera was, she was still technically the enemy, and he didn’t yet know what she wanted from him. After all, Lizaan knew that such kindness never came without a motive, without a price.
Even so, when she grinned at him, he couldn’t help but smile back. Lizaan told himself that this was a good thing. Kexera was a well-respected diplomat. She could be very useful to the Dominion. Perhaps this amicability could be forged into an alliance. Lizaan very much hoped so.
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