Higher Education, Lower Social Skills

<OOC> Ha! Brilliant bit of incorporation there with botanist/biologist</OOC>

<snip>South crossed his arms and turned away. The two of them stood next to each other, Brett looking awkwardly at the sand. "By the way," started South, very calmly by comparison to his outburst, "where did you learn to cook?"</snip>

"New Detroit, Canada," Brett offered up. He felt a little sheepish after getting Dr. South's specialty wrong. Not much of a good first impression there. "Cushing U, to be precise."

"Oh! A fine cooking school hub. Had a friend who took Advanced Condiments there, what was your major?"

Brett relaxed a little, now that the conversation had turned to an area he was knowledgeable in. " Meat Entrees with a year in Soy Sausages during the Bovine Rebellion, though I'm also proficient in sandwiches, soups, salads, breakfasts and baking from countries all across the world, including Wales." Brett felt particularly puffed up when he talked about his education, and well he should, especially now. He could very well be the last professional culinary artiste in the known universe. He decided to throw one more bit of horn-blowing at the good "biologist."

"I could make you an wiener schnitzel so good, that it would give you an erection that lasts a week."

Impress the new crew member: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

<tag> Dr. South <tag>