“Well, it’s not that interesting a job,” Jim said as he pushed the tilapia filet around his plate.
“Are you kidding?” Krista said. “I’ve been reading about the starship Adamant since I was teenager. I can’t believe you work there.”
Jim took a bite of the tilapia, and made the kind of face a man makes when he’s not entirely convinced of something, such as how excited his date is about his job or the freshness of the fish he is eating.
“What do you do. Do you know Captain Sturdbree? Have you ever been on the bridge?” Krista asked.
“I work in the waste processing department,” Jim said, hoping to leave it there.
“Wow,” Krista said, starting to realize what she was getting herself into. “That … uh … must be interesting.”
“I make sure none of the pipes break near the anti-matter reactor, otherwise the entire ship would be filled with super-heated human feces,” Jim said.
There was a long pause.
“Hey,” Jim said. “Try some of this tilapia. Does it taste off to you?”