“You can stop the game and keep your place. The food won’t wait.”
“Put a note to check the Ship’s Trees,” Martisset said. “I don’t like the look of the nitrogen levels.”
“I’m Captain. You’re just the Quartermaster.”
“Quartermaster’s supposed to keep track of things,” Martisset said.
“Captain Yasmin and Quartermaster Martisset, the Landfall feast is served,” Martisset’s father said, as the girls looked up from their argument and reluctantly shook themselves out from the curled-up posture they’d assumed around the console.
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E. P. Beaumont 
Love the girls’ banter, cute.
I always enjoy your snippets, so beautifully written, and this was no exception. I’m left wanting more too, as usual. Excellent!
Yes, captain, let the quartermaster do her job! Wonderful dialogue and a great snippet as always.
Nice snippet! I could totally imagine them around the console intensely focused on there discussion.