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Potbelly Menu – Classic Submarine Sandwiches & Milkshakes

With a goal to make people happy through good vibes and delicious, craveable food, Potbelly serves as on of the best sandwich chains in the United States

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Took a walk today and then a shower. I am trying to sort of exhaust myself today so that I can go to sleep at a regular time.. ALSO I am watching a movie with my mom yayyy... thinking hard abt 2024 and what kind of year I want it to be. Need to work on my little report to figure out some stuff...

Additionally, I need to start thinking about food. I think the plan (according to the internet) is cutting fat then building muscle. The good thing is that I just ned to shift focus on what I'm eating, which has been the plan for a while bcus fast food just makes me feel shitty and I am just eating it way too often. So it's really just about keeping nuts and fruits in a place I can easily see, and also probably just writing little menus/alternatives on a note in the kitchen. And just making food at home more often yknow,

If you want Cookout Quesadilla -> Make it yourself

If you want Deluxe Chicken Sandwich -> Make that one sandwich you like a lot that you had at potbelly once

Not a perfect system bcus I'm thinking of food off the dome, but I just should have alternatives pasted in places that I can easily see. Also I should keep a list of food we have in the fridge. God bless I'll be at home more often this year so I can actually have some semblance of a schedule in my life.

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Dine-Out Meals of November 2023, Ranked

I ranked the following based on taste alone. I made no consideration for ambiance or the general dining experience or whatever. I included meals I got to go. I included food trucks, catered meals, and fast food.

Between Gold Bowl and a trip to St. Louis, I ate well this month.

Should you be interested in the pictures or reading the few words I had to say about each meal, click on the home page and scroll down or see the archives.

Premium Tasting Menu (Garlic Souffle[?], Beet Salad, Tagliolini, Venison Loin, Fried Apple Pie). The Crossing. Clayton, Missouri. 11.15.2023.

Cantonese-Style Char Siu Ramen. Gold Bowl. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.13.2023.

Roasted Duck Ramen, Crab Rangoon (shared app). Gold Bowl. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.9.2023.

Roasted Duck Ramen. Gold Bowl. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.20.2023.

Wild Burgundy Escargot (shared), Roasted Chicken. Brasserie by Niche. St. Louis, Missouri. 11.17.2023.

Harissa Avocado Bowl, Side of Roasted Eggplant. CAVA. Fayetteville, Arkansas. 11.1.2023.

Miso Ramen w/Pork. Gold Bowl. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.2.2023.

Assorted Sushi Rolls (Alaska, Furikake, others). Kemuri. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.9.2023.

Petit Jean Ranch Salad (to go). Zaza Fine Salad & Wood Oven Pizza Co. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.28.2023.

Crab Stuffed Mushrooms, Ribeye, Flourless Chocolate Torta (shared app/dessert). Eleven Eleven Mississippi. St. Louis, Missouri. 11.16.2023.

Chicken Wings w/Green Beans, Broccoli & Cheese Casserole. Platnum BBQ (River Market). Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.3.2023.

WTS Lunch (Mixed Green Salad, Pecan Crusted Chicken Breast.) 42 Bar & Table (Catering). Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.8.2023.

42 Chopped Cobb Salad. 42 Bar & Table. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.21.2023.

Chopped Sirloin w/Mashed Potatoes, Soaked Salad. Gadwall’s Grill. North Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.4.2023.

Bacon Cheeseburger w/Fries, Vanilla Milkshake. CJ’s Butcher Burger Boy. Russellville, Arkansas. 11.1.2023.

Arkansas Advocates for Children & Families Lunch (Cobb Salad, Berry Cheesecake). Doubletree Hotel Catering. Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.14.2023.

Pick Two: Broccoli & Cheese Soup, Half Chicken Salad Sandwich. Blackberry Market. North Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.27.2023.

Grilled Chicken Greek Salad, Cheesecake. 42 Bar & Table (Catering). Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.10.2023.

Lox Avocado Toast. Half & Half. Clayton, Missouri. 11.16.2023.

Warm Turkey & Gouda Sandwich w/Chips. Panorama (St. Louis Museum of Art). St. Louis, Missouri. 11.17.2023.

Oven Roasted Turkey Sandwich. Potbelly (Jack Stephens Center). Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.22.2023. (No photo.)

Breakfast Buffet (Sausage, Eggs, Hash Browns, Chocolate Chip Pancakes). Seven Gables Inn. Clayton, Missouri. 11.17.2023.

Breakfast Buffet (Sausage, Cheesy Eggs, Hash Browns, French Toast). Seven Gables Inn. Clayton, Missouri. 11.18.2023.

Breakfast Buffet (Bacon, Eggs, Hash Browns). Seven Gables Inn. Clayton, Missouri. 11.16.2023.

Seafood Fajitas. Los Arcos Mexican Cuisine. Jonesboro, Arkansas. 11.15.2023.

So Fresh and So Green, Green (Smoothie). BerryBox Superfood Bar. Clayton, Missouri. 11.18.2023.

Turkey Bacon, Cheddar & Egg White Sandwich. Starbucks. Conway, Arkansas. 11.1.2023.

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A Food Lover's Guide to Delhi

Delhi, India's capital and one of its largest cities, offers an unbelievable diversity of food experiences. From fine dining restaurants to humble street food stalls, Delhi has it all when it comes to tantalizing your taste buds. The multicultural influences on the city's cuisine reflect its cosmopolitan nature. The best part is you can taste dishes from all over India without leaving Delhi. Ready to excite your palate? Here's a food lover's guide to Delhi's scrumptious culinary scene.

Local Delhi Specialties

While Delhi embraces cuisines from across India, it also has some signature dishes that reflect local flavors. Start your food tour by sampling these Delhi favorites:

Chaat - These savory snack items like gol gappa, aloo tikki, and dahi bhalla are quintessentially Delhi. The term chaat refers to the tangy, spicy flavors added through curd, chutneys and spices. Head to Bengali Market or Chandni Chowk to sample street-style chaat. 

Paranthas - Paranthas are flattened, pan-fried Indian breads, that are stuffed with a variety of fillings. Try the classic aloo parantha stuffed with spiced potatoes or paneer paranthas filled with Indian cottage cheese. Head to Paranthe Wali Gali to sample paranthas fresh off the tawa.

Chole Bhature - This dish of spicy chickpeas served with puffed up bhature is a hearty Delhi breakfast. Have it with sliced onions, green chilies, lemon wedges and chutneys. Sita Ram Diwan Chand offers an authentic chole bhature experience.

Kebabs - Delhi is synonymous with melt-in-the-mouth kebabs and grilled meats. Try kebabs at the many streetside stalls in Old Delhi or upscale restaurants like Karim's. Don't miss seekh kebabs, chicken tikka and boti kebabs.

Mughlai Cuisine

Delhi's historic connections to the Mughal empire have left a lasting influence on its cuisine. Mughlai food incorporates rich ingredients like nuts, dried fruits and spices. Dishes are complex, aromatic and delicately flavored. Try Nihari at Karim's or opt for a Mughlai feast at restaurants like Dum Pukht or Bukhara. 

Punjabi Food

As many residents have Punjabi roots, Delhi excels at hearty Punjabi fare like stuffed naans, rich curries and tandoori dishes. Check out homestyle Punjabi restaurants like Gulati and Havemore or upscale eateries like Punjabi by Nature. Dig into sarson da sa ag, makki di roti, lassi and rajma chawal.

South Indian Delicacies 

Delhi has a strong South Indian presence through its Tamil, Andhra, Keralite and Kannada communities. Head to Matunga or Amar Colony to try dosas, vadas, idlis, uttapams and more. Sagar Ratna and Saravana Bhavan are popular chains serving the best of South Indian vegetarian fare. 

Delhi Chaats

Delhi's Street Food

Every corner in Delhi has enticing street food options. Walk around Old Delhi for kebabs, chole kulche and more. Try Dilli chaat like golgappa and dahi bhalla which are ubiquitous. Visit Nizamuddin West for a taste of authentic Lucknowi biryanis. And don't miss the variety of rolls, momos and chowmein at local street stalls.

Bakeries & Desserts

Delhi has a host of Indian bakeries and mithai shops that serve up delectable Indian-style breads, cookies and sweets. Grab dessert at iconic spots like Wenger's and the Old & Famous Jalebiwala. Treat yourself to rasmalai, rabri falooda and gulab jamun from shops in Chandni Chowk. 

Fine Dining Scene

Delhi is fast emerging as a fine dining destination. Book a table at upscale or themed restaurants like Indian Accent, Bukhara or Oh! Calcutta. Opt for experimental menus at Masala Library by Jiggs Kalra or Farzi Cafe. Try regional Indian cuisines at Pind Balluchi or Potbelly. Delhi's fine dining spaces fuse global influences with Indian flavors for unique experiences.

Cafes & Pubs

Delhi has a vibrant cafe culture perfect for dining with friends and family. Head to cute standalone cafes like Big Chill or Roadhouse   

If you are live in jodhpur and you want to visit Delhi then, let me recommend you the best taxi service in jodhpur named as jodhpur cab service. Jodhpur Cab Service provides there customer best services by their chauffeur.

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June 29th, 2023: Potbelly Sandwich Shop Pizza Melt (111 E. Wacker Dr.)

The Potbelly Sandwich Shop at 111 E. Wacker Drive — the One Illinois Center building — is a hard place to find.

It is my second day in Chicago and I am wandering around the Loop desperately attempting to not look like a tourist. The key to playing a convincing local is to keep walking no matter what, because nothing screams tourist like stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and looking around for landmarks. Knowing where you're going isn't as important as LOOKING like you know where you're going, and this is why I end up circling 111 E. Wacker for fifteen minutes searching for a sandwich shop.

The person behind the counter does not look up from their work as I step forward, fully engrossed in an environment of pure sandwichmaking. They glance up after a few moments, looking at me impatiently. I realize that the movement their mouth made a second ago was probably the signal for me to order.

Amateur.

I ask for an original size pizza melt. They immediately continue their work, saying something else so quickly that I, loser I am, need to ask them to repeat themselves. "White or whole wheat bread," they say, slowly, looking up again with a face of pure derision. I ask for white and move toward the register.

This was a very rude interaction. That is a good thing.

If I go to a counter-serve sandwich shop that is both clean and busy and the person making the sandwich seems to want me to fuck off and die, it is an omen of sandwich excellence. I tipped.

The pizza melt did not disappoint. Pizza-themed sandwiches are often unpleasant lumps of soggy bread and cheese, but the menu description listed pepperoni, capicola, meatballs, mushrooms, marinara, and provolone — enough that I was willing to gamble on it. I don't regret it; the balance was good, with just enough sauce to be noticeable without drenching the bread and letting the pepperoni and capicola drive the flavor profile. The choice to use provolone instead of the typical mozzarella is an excellent choice, since you can actually taste provolone in a sauce-heavy sandwich, but the meatballs were on the bland side, which is important in what is essentially a meatball parm with extra fixings.

Overall a very good sandwich that I would absolutely order again. It was a bit over $10 after tax.

Now, we don't have Potbelly on the east coast. I had never heard of it before it popped up on Google Maps. Its location in the basement of a big corporate skyscraper meant that this probably wasn't a mom and pop hole-in-the-wall, but I refused to look up its reputation until after I had tried it, something I was rarely able to avoid back in Philly. The takeaway? I wish all notorious sandwich chains were this good. Imagine paying ten bucks at a Jersey Mike's and walking away satisfied. What a world.

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The first is a graphic design for a facial mask. The Complementary Color in yellow and purple communicates each very well to represent the Slogan and important information to customers.

The second design is for a potato chips. The Analogous Colors in red represent the color of a sweet potato. The darker brown in the background helps emphasize the light red for the Logo and shapes of actual potato chips.

The third design is for the mint OREO package. The blue color is a classic OREO color and the green color emphasize the mint flavor for customers. It also gives customers a cool feeling when seeing the mint green.

The fourth design is a menu for Raising Cane's Chicken Finger Restaurant. The red gives a strong feeling of passion and love when seeing the menu. I really like this menu poster; it emphasizes the enthusiasm of the employees and the positive for the brand.

The fifth design is for a guide to Grand Rapids. The combination of yellow and black is my favorite color combination. It is not only the color for batman (my favorite superhero) but also helps emphasize the text no matter which one is in the background. It makes so easy for readers to read without making it dazzle.

The sixth design is for the Logo of Target. The closed circle is an element of closure. The bullseye icon communicates with the name of Target.

The seventh design is for the board game Dungeons & Dragons. The logo has an active figure-ground relationship. It depends on how you see the symbol "&". It can be either a "&" or a dragon which represents the name of Dragons.

The eighth design is for the restaurant "Potbelly Sandwiches Works". The logo is a potbelly stove with a text says our hero which represents the potbelly stoves invention in the 19th century. This graphic design tries to look like something historical in order to communicate the invention in the 19th century.

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You ain't seeing things! That's right, you're looking at the biggest ballgut you've ever seen! It's a combined effort though! It took a big pig like me and a delicious three-course meal that used to be my nephews. This huge jug of fat is made of Trevor, Gary and Benji, the tastiest boys an Uncle could ask for.

It all started when I was coming over to visit my brother for once and the bastard wasn't even home. The boys had been left for the weekend to fend for themselves since they were all at least in college and they'd been taking over the house with their musk and odors. As soon as I knocked on the door and the youngest, Benji, let me in, I was sure that I was about to have one last family reunion.

Now, I've always wanted to eat my nephews and their was no chance of them not ending up on my waist, but I couldn't help myself any longer and my brother wasn't here to stop me. Benji was right next to me and his lithe, athletic body didn't have a shirt on and he smelled like he hadn't showered in a while. I couldn't control myself and I pinned him against the wall, licking him up and down the face as I got a taste for my next prey. Benji didn't fight back or freak out, instead he moaned in response and went slack as if he was letting me have him, which worked great for me.

I gave Benji a long kiss and shoved his head past my lips while held his elbows against his side. Benji was just an appetizer, so I didn't take much time with him and swallowed him down my gullet up to his navel. He hadn't struggled much as my prey and it was easy to take his pants off too, then it hit me that Benji wanted to be eaten and I patted my stomach that his head had just entered for the willing meal. Young boys have needs with their precious cocks and I needed to have that extra cum flavor, so when I had Benji's dick on my tongue, I savored and played with him until he blew his creamy load. After that, I gulped the last of my nephew down and he soon entered my gut fully and curled up inside me.

With Benji's addition, my shirt became to tight to keep on and I had to go shirtless now. I rubbed the new mound that was my family, then licked my lips in preparation for the main course and went in search of the middle nephew and ex-lifter, Gary. Gary had been packing on the pounds for a while and had been getting fat too lately, possibly because he learned how to eat people like his dad and me. Either way, he was on the menu today and I don't let my prey get away.

I waddled myself up to the game room, finding Gary laid out on the couch with a bunch of beer bottles and pizza boxes around him. Drool coming out of my lips, I quickly stripped him down naked and took a moment to admire his form, his year of muscle building still framed his body and the new fat layered it softly while pooling in a soft hanging tummy. The only thought in my head was how delicious it's going to be to eat my nephew and how fat I'd get from getting him in my gut. I rubbed young Benji and warned him to make room for his brother and not to fight and get along once he's with us.

Before Gary could stir, I got to his feet and hungrily started feeding him to myself while I savored his taste. This nephew was an outdoorsy type and it showed through the sweat and stiff muscles in his legs, eliciting a voracious moan from me as I swallowed his knees into my mouth. I kept inching down his body, excited to reach his soft potbelly and have it stuffed inside my potbelly. I could feel Benji shifting on my waist when I plopped Gary's butt in my mouth, meaning my stomach had already started claiming my next meal.

While some find eating challenges daunting, I didn't and the prospect of shoving my nephews fat gut in my mouth was exhilarating. When I got to the soft sack, I suckled on Gary as I got all the sides of his pudgy in my maw before I took a deep swallow and gulped him down past his navel toward his moobs. Having all this soft meat in my mouth had me moaning in gluttony, both upsetting Benji and waking up Gary who was pretty groggy. Quickly I took a few more deep gulps and held up Gary's arms until I had him trapped in me up to his neck. I heard him start to question what was going on and I held back from chuckling, deciding that fulfilling my dream feast was more important and pushed his head down into my greedy gullet. I slurped down his muscular arms like thick sausage links until I had his fingers slipping down my throat and into my growing tank.

Gary settled in my belly with a heavy weight and I could tell he was pressing Benji to the sides of our belly, because his outline was perfectly visible. I rubbed the curves of my appetizer and tried to press him back in, forcing Gary to rearrange himself to give his brother space. Then I felt a weird bit of shuffling between them, then they started squirming like crazy like they were fighting over something before I felt a rhythmic movement. I gripped and felt over my gut, but it felt like there was only Gary inside now, unless Benji was somewhere I couldn't feel.

I hadn't lost any food, but it didn't feel the same not having Benji and Gary pressed together in me. I told my meat to play nicely while they digest, then I went back to the kitchen to look for my dessert, Trevor. Trevor was the oldest of my nephews and he was a bodybuilder that trained constantly to build up muscle on his 260+ lb. body, making him the perfect beefcake to have for a treat.

I waddled my way past the living room and found Trevor drinking a protein shake, dropping it upon seeing how good I looked with his brothers in me. He tried to stutter out some kind of question, but I closed the distance between us and pinned him against the wall with our family in my tank. Not caring to wait much longer to finish my feast, I ripped Trevor's clothes off and grabbed the back of his meaty head. He tried pleading with me, but anything stopping me from eating went on deaf ears as I opened my jaws wide to encompass his beefy shoulders.

Trevor was the only struggling prey tonight and unfortunately for him, I had more than enough energy to get my meat. Once he was in the back of my mouth and my esophagus dragged him into my throat, I worked on putting this hefty guy where he belonged. His broad back and meaty pec slabs were disappearing into me quickly while the jock tried to escape, but holding his wrist to his sides were keeping him still enough for me to work on. I pulled Trevor on top of my distended gut and kept gorging on my prey until I got down to his navel, feeling a weird sensation in my stomach that wasn't Trevor settling into his forever home.

I took another gulp and I felt something pull Trevor down after I swallowed, almost like someone else was helping me eat him. Or eating him himself! Fuck, did Gary eat Benji inside me and now he's eating Trevor too? Fattening up a pred by feeding him while he's already been eaten by a more Alpha Pred, how greedy could you be? Fuck it, I'm very fucking greedy! I gave an understanding slap to my gut, cheering on my nephew for turning us into Russian nesting dolls.

Not wanting to stop the greatest act of gluttony I've ever committed, I picked my Trevor and let gravity finish him off. I swallowed him down my throat in tandem with Gary, rubbing my growing belly full of another growing belly like a well-fed pig. Strong thighs, then sculpted calves disappeared slowly into my jaws until I wrapped my lips around his ankles and left only his feet outside of me. I wanted to savor the final swallow before I finished my three-course feast, but Gary had other ideas and he wanted the rest of his brothers enough to forcefully swallow Trevor using me as a conduit. I felt my prey's feet get sucked into my mouth then instinctively swallowed, sealing my nephew to his doom as his brother finished him off.

I had three college boys inside my stomach right now but you could only tell there was one, since he was full of the other two. I gave Gary a jostle as I bounced him around, playing with my soon-to-be ball belly and celebrating another good dinner. I had a gut full of one nephew that was stuffed with two more like a double stuffed burrito.

This level of gluttony was making my cock harder than its ever been and I could in no way reach my crotch, but feeling Gary move around was getting me there. After a few more slaps and squeezing my nephew-prey, I felt my cock bust its load and I finally let out monstrous burp that shook me a bit. Before I could admire my soon-to-be belly fat, I felt a huge rush of air in me and guessed that was Gary belching up his meat's oxygen. I nearly came a second time as I belched up my nephew's belch, giving me a new fetish that would be impossible to replicate.

Now that I'd gotten my food settled in, I went and got a camera to take a picture of my victory dinner. My dream to eat my nephews had finally happened and it went even greater than I could imagine! Now all that's left to do is wait for my brother to come home and give him a warm Family Reunion! I can't wait to eat my bro too and add him to this hungry hog's massive gut!

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Déjate de fotos y pon mi cuenco de comida en el suelo, que se me hace la boca agua. (Menú: un calabacín, dos kakis, y una piara kiwis) . . . #cerdito #minipig #cerditovietnamita #cena #menu #mascota #mascotas #animales #piglife #potbellypig #potbelly #petoftheday #petstagram #piglet #dinnertime #feedme #followme #cuteanimals (en Madrid, Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CI9KtXSphHV/?igshid=1uqpjjit9e7v0

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Prego Vs Hangry Part 2

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"Compass Rose," James muttered the name of the establishment painted on the door he was holding open for Dr. Joy, Nurse Juke and Nurse Frye. It was a quaint establishment that served iconic dishes from around the country. It was a bit late in the evening, so their party had missed the dinner rush. James could already feel some of the tension leaving his body as they settled at an empty table made of repurposed wood.

Now, Nurse Frye and Nurse Juke, James felt comfortable with. Dr. Joy, not as much. She worked in a different wing of the hospital, so their paths did not cross very often. Of the few times they did interact, James could tell she was the Take Charge type of woman. He had nothing against that; his mother had a similar personality. Dr. Joy... Something about her just didn't sit right with James.

"Good evening, merry medics." A jovial waiter arrived at their table and began handing out menus. "Wou--?"

"Excuse me," Dr. Joy cut him off. "For future reference, you should really hand the menus to those of us who are pregnant first," putting special emphasis on the word "pregnant." She was early in her second trimester, so it wasn't particularly obvious she was pregnant. Her midsection could easily be mistaken for a modest potbelly.

James was taken aback by her declaration, but tried to give her the benefit of a doubt. Perhaps this was just her way of spreading the good news. It was her first child, so she must be quite excited.

"My apologies," the waiter bowed his head, "and may I offer my congratulations." Dr. Joy looked quite pleased. "What would you four like to drink today?"

Once drinks were ordered, James looked over the menu, trying to find the cheapest options. Lower cost meant less food, but he wasn't the one paying for the meal. He could fix himself a snack when he got home.

"Lets order the meat and cheese platter to start off with," Dr. Joy declared. Nurse Juke sighed; she was lactose intolerant. Nurse Frye looked lost for words. James knew she didn't eat certain meats. Maybe Dr. Joy was unaware?

"What about the Forest Floor platter?" James suggested. It was composed of fruits, vegetables, and nuts.

"But I want meat and cheese."

That's all she had to say? "I understand, but a platter is meant to be shared with the group. Both Juke and Frye have dietary restrictions that go against the meat and cheese platter. There ARE single serving options with meat and cheese." James pointed at them on his menu.

Dr. Joy furrowed her brow slightly. "I take it you don't have children, Dr. Marker?"

"No, I do not."

"A mother, then. Do you have one?"

"Yes." Where was she going with this?

"Would you deny her of her cravings?"

James fought the urge to remind Dr. Joy that his mother was a pureblood vampire and would have little-to-no interest in cured meat and cheese. "I never said you can't have the platter, if that is what you desire. You can have the meat and cheese platter while the nurses and I can share the Forest Floor platter."

Her brow furrowed even more. Clearly, that wasn't the response she wanted to hear. "Fine," she huffed at last. "Forest Floor platter."

For somebody who wanted meat and cheese, Dr. Joy took to the fruits, vegetables, and nuts with an unusual amount of gusto. Now, James wasn't as skilled with mental math as his wife, but from his perspective, Dr. Joy was taking more than her fair share of the platter. It could have been his imagination, but it seemed every other time one of the nurses or James reached to grab some food, Dr. Joy would snatch it at the last minute.

Dr. Joy also tended to dominate the conversation; mostly about her current pregnancy. James kept quiet, as he was male and childless, and tuned out most of it. One statement, however, caught his attention.

"Maybe if you'd done the same, you wouldn't have had that miscarriage," Dr. Joy said pointedly to Nurse Frye. The poor woman popped a few dried cherries in her mouth. Appalled, James placed a comforting hand on top of Nurse Frye's. Even HE knew that was not a topic to be taken lightly.

I'm beginning to see why I was invited, James slowly realized. What exactly was he supposed to do about Dr. Joy? He was taught to be patient and respectful with pregnant women, but since he didn't know her well, it was hard to determine if this was Dr. Joy being hormonal or being plain rude.

EEEUUGH~ SOMETHING WET AND STICKY! James thought after absentmindedly touching something under the table. "Excuse me for a moment," he politely declared to his tablemates before making a beeline to the restrooms.

Upon his return, he discovered that a couple of the main courses had been served; his and Nurse Frye's. Except someone was eating his main course.

James grabbed Dr. Joy's fork hand and twisted it back; not enough to hurt her arm, but enough to prevent her from taking another bite. Then, left hand on his heart and the most polite smile he could muster, he stated in an icy, business-like tone: "Dr. Joy, I understand you are pregnant and thus require a surplus of nutrients for your child. However..." He took a short, deep breath to avoid raising his voice. "That does not excuse the fact that you are eating MY meal."

Was this petty? He honestly didn't care. James may not be starving after the appetizer, but there was no doubt Dr. Joy could hear his stomach quietly grumbling in her ear.

"I'm pregnant!" Dr. Joy remarked, wriggling her wrist out of his grip. "You can't expect me to WAIT for my food to arrive. I should have been served first! It's just common courtesy."

"I don't think you know anything about common courtesy, ma'am. Otherwise, you would know not to take things that don't belong to you, which is the very definition of theft. If I included the manager of this fine establishment into this discussion, do you think they would take kindly to your petty excuses?"

THAT scared her. James glanced at what was supposed to be his meal of grilled chicken, rice, and green beans. Dr. Joy had eaten about a third of it already.

"If you do not wish for me to summon a manager, then I propose a trade. You shall have the rest of my meal to nourish yourself and your child, and I will partake of your meal when it arrives."

Dr. Joy looked to the nurses, who were both trying to hide or contain their smirks. She looked around the rest of the diner. Nobody seemed all that interested in their situation, except a couple staff members keeping an eye on their table from afar. No one was jumping to her defense.

"Try not to choke on it," Dr. Joy snapped before continuing to chow down on James' food.

In a way, their switch was rather fortuitous. What James REALLY wanted was the meatloaf with a side of mashed potatoes and grilled asparagus (a western dish), but it was also one of the more expensive meals. He avoided ordering it as a courtesy to Nurse Juke and her wallet. The waiter was a bit confused seeing Dr. Joy eating James' food, until it was explained they decided to switch because she was "pregnant."

"Are you going to be able to finish all of that?" Nurse Frye asked, her eyes bulging at the proportions on the dish.

"Oh, honey," Nurse Juke smirked. "Never underestimate Dr. Marker at the end of a long day."

***

"I cannot thank you enough, James," Nurse Juke declared. At the end of their meal (which included dessert), Nurse Juke had explained the terms of James' meal to Dr. Joy so, by principle, Dr. Joy wound up paying for James' meatloaf dish. Not only was she forced to eat something she didn't order, she had to pay for someone else's food! The expectant mother left once the bill had been paid, warning James not to get his wife pregnant if he was going to treat her so cruelly. The other three decided on a short walk around the local park to chat and let their food settle before parting ways. During that walk, Nurse Juke explained that Dr. Joy had been acting like she was a god ever since her conception, which made meals particularly unbearable. If one dared to contradict her in any way, she would accuse them of being cruel and selfish to a pregnant woman.

"My stomach and I are happy to help," James replied, his coat hanging open. A gentle warmth had washed over him with his full belly, making the cold of the night a bit more bearable.

"I'm still surprised you were able to eat all of that in one sitting," Nurse Frye commented, tilting her head to get a better look at his midsection. "Are you going to be okay?"

"Do you want to conduct an abdominal exam?" Nurse Juke asked playfully. James opened his coat more, giving Nurse Frye a better view of how well fed he was.

"Jada! He's MARRIED."

"My wife isn't going to care," James assured her. It had become a thing among his friends and family for someone to give his belly a little pat or rub at the end of a particularly good meal.

Nurse Frye considered him for a moment. She almost looked tempted to satisfy that curiosity. "I'll just trust your gut."

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"Starlight~ I bring fair tidings from Jada; the most decadent chocolate cake of the Compass Rose diner," James announced as he entered his adobe, setting the cake down on a nearby table so that he could hang his coat.

"How generous," Kiara smiled as she approached him. She draped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a kiss, unintentionally making his belly grumble from the sudden pressure. "Oh, excuse me, sir," she turned her attention to his midsection, stroking the sides gently. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Were you baking?" The house smelled of cinnamon and sugar.

"I thought I would make you and your little friend here a treat," Kiara explained, still exploring the expanse of his belly with gentle strokes.

"Well, luckily, dessert goes into a different stomach." James pointed to a spot below his ribcage that wasn't quite distended. "Besides, I would hate for your hard work to go to waste."

"Where else would it go then?" Kiara teased with a couple gentle pats around his waist before pulling in closer until she could feel his butt. "I wouldn't mind if a little bit more went back here."

"You're hilarious." James rolled his eyes playfully and gave his wife one more kiss.

"If we ever have children, they should have your cute butt."

"I will take that into consideration." One more kiss, and the two of them made their way to the dining room to enjoy their respective desserts and share about their days.

[sugar-plump-gal]

1/4 Femori

1: starter belly and/or superchub 4: oblivious to the weight gain

Femori is neither the most aware of her surroundings, self aware, or otherwise aware of things in general. She's the first to admit how easily anything and everything can escape her notice, so it's never that much of a surprise when she doesn't catch on to changes in her appearance.

Usually that just means how long her hair has gotten, or that she's gotten taller, or that her thighs are so muscular that flexing them tears right through her old jeans.

In this case, it's the small potbelly she's developed. Things have been slower at the diner, but she'll fall asleep if she isn't doing anything so she's taken to cooking whenever there's time to kill. Obviously, she can't let that food go to waste, so she'll eat it if there still aren't any customers!

She hasn't been stuffing herself by any means, but their menu is pretty dense on the calories, and having what's basically an extra three meals a day isn't the sort of thing her body can just shrug off. After weeks of snacking to kill time, her almost toned stomach has gotten just soft enough that her sides almost look like the very pancakes that have helped them grow so large. Her belly hangs over her belt by almost an inch and her lower half, ever the calorie hog, has gotten even larger than normal, only barely fitting in a uniform that used to be loose.

Still, Femori hasn't noticed a thing, her head in the clouds while she prepares her fifth consecutive breakfast that day.

[love-sweet-tooth]

Doughnuts

Last one for double dip. I kind of got onto a roll with them. I really could have taken this drabble and turned it into a oneshot but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe I’ll write a longer version of it next month. What do you guys think?

Fandom: Voltron / Pairing: Klance / Prompts: Quarantine and taste tester / Words: 958

Warning: This is a weight gain/kink story. Don’t like, don’t read.

Keith leaned against the counter top across from Lance, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Lance’s t-shirts. He’d put on a little bit of quarantine weight. Nothing Lance would have noticed and nothing he couldn’t lose once they were allowed out into the world again.

When everything started shutting down due to COVID-19, Keith and Lance made the decision to quarantine together. They were a few days shy of their six months anniversary and so helplessly in love with each other, they weren’t sure they’d survive the pandemic without the other’s touch. But, where Keith was lucky and was able to work from home, Lance was required to help his family at their bakery.

“Try this,” he said to Keith, plopping a blue box down beside his boyfriend one day after work. The words McClain Bakery were written in thick, cursive font across the lid.

When Keith opened the box, he was greeted by the smell of warm vanilla and almonds. A single doughnut was in the center. It looked edible enough but that didn’t stop Keith from raising a brow.

Lance was the bakery’s barista and hardly ever dabbled in baked goods.

“It’s not poisonous, I swear. It’s just, with business extremely slow right now, I figured we should try to mix up the menu,” he explained, sitting across from Keith.

Keith’s gaze slid back to the doughnut. “Vanilla and almond are… mixing it up?”

“This is just one of the many flavors I have in mind. Change doesn’t happen overnight.”

“And it’s edible?”

Lance fixed him with a glare. “Just eat it, ass hat.”

Slowly, but surely, Keith raised the doughnut to his lips and took a small bite. The dryness struck him first however the rich vanilla was enough to make it at least somewhat enjoyable. “This is your first attempt, right?” Lance’s gaze narrowed, making Keith squirm. “I - it’s good, really. Lance, it’s good.”

“But…”

“It’s dry.” Then, hoping to soften the blow, he took another bite. “Not enough that it’s bad. I really like the vanilla.”

That quelled Lance’s anger. He deflated, sinking back in his chair, before leaping up. “I’ll grab you some milk, as long as you want the rest.”

Keith, wanting to keep his boyfriend, eagerly nodded.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Keith continued to taste test for Lance. At first it started as a few times a week but quickly became more frequent. One doughnut turned into two, two turned into three. Keith went from eating half of a doughnut to eating three in one sitting. And the doughnuts, thankfully, got better.

“I’ve come a long way from vanilla and almonds, huh?” Lance asked two months later. He was prideful and Keith couldn’t disagree. He was steadily improving. To the extent that Keith was starting to get cravings for them on days Lance didn’t bring any home.

He leaned against the counter top across from Lance, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Lance’s t-shirts. He’d put on a little bit of quarantine weight. Nothing Lance would have noticed and nothing he couldn’t lose once they were allowed out into the world again.

Licking the strawberry frosting off of his fingertips, he agreed, “How many flavors are you thinking of coming up with?”

“I don’t know. Depends on how long quarantine goes on for.”

As much as that answer sent a thrill through Keith, he also felt a pang of worry. He was starting to really like the doughnuts. He couldn’t say so much for his waistline. But he was sure that part of him could just deal with it. It’s not like quarantine would go on forever.

A week or so later and sweatpants were all Keith could fit into and, even then, they were digging into his hips more every day. He had sprouted a double chin and, only after Lance playfully poked at his middle did he notice his potbelly.

He worked five days a week for eight hours a day and the one time he ventured to the gym (which was now opened), he witnessed several people refusing to wear masks. Not to mention all the side glances he received from all the regulars he saw. He had put on fifteen pounds, not sprouted wings.

Halfway through summer, he finally caved and bought new pants. Both jeans and sweats. At that point, Lance was giving him half a dozen doughnuts a day. He’d usually eat them after dinner when they cuddled together watching TV. They weren’t dry anymore.

“As light as these are, they really sit in your stomach, you know,” Keith finally commented one night. He sat back on the sofa, the box of doughnuts empty and discarded. He had adjusted his new sweats so that the waistband was under his growing gut. He hadn’t checked the scale recently but he knew this was more than just fifteen pounds.

Worry sparkled in Lance’s eyes, making Keith want to eat his words. “I don’t have to bring you as many anymore. Maybe just the new flavors - or improvements,” he said.

Keith shifted. Despite how stuffed he was, he still felt his whole body wobble from the movement. “No, it isn’t that. I like the doughnuts. It’s just…” Was now the time to point the very obvious fact out to Lance that he had put on quarantine weight?

“They can be really filling,” Lance said, before he could come to a decision. Reaching out, he ran a soothing hand across Keith’s middle. He had to bite his tongue to stop the moan that threatened to pass his lips. “Does this help?”

He silently nodded, his face puffy and red from both the doughnuts and Lance.

The next night when Lance brought home more doughnuts, he didn’t even ask Keith if he wanted his belly rubbed. He just started doing it. It happened the next night, the following night, the rest of the week. Keith stopped suppressing his moans when he touched him and Lance started adding more doughnuts in every box.

[churndale]

Birly Benson Mobile Bio

The Farm Boy

Name: Birly Benson

Age: 27 Years

Race: Demi-Human (Cow)

Gender: Male

Occupation: Farmer

Backstory: Resulting from a side-project from one of CDM’s scientist, Birly is one of the few natural born demi-humans, not that he knew until his more bovine features began to sprout out, along with his appetite when he became an adult. Thankfully he’s made himself at home in Churndale’s Countryside

Hair Color and style: curly ginger hair that’s long enough to hide his eyes

Skin Color: Sun kissed Tan

Height: 7'2

Weight: roughly 400lbs

Bodyshape: Large, soft, and heavyset, with a very prevalent potbelly and a bit of muscle that only shows up when he uses them, also toting a wide ass that spans out about 20 inches each cheek

Cock and Sack Size: 18 inches length and 8 inches in width cock and a pair of nuts that span 10 inches each

Usual Clothing: white t-shirt and overalls

Personality: Usually very kind and hardworking, Birly always tries to make folks feel welcomed, especially when they’re at his home to a point where it borders on being naive, but the bull boy does know when to push back, just ask those college kids who thought it was funny to tip his cattle and ended up as fertilizer

Notable Traits: Has two bovine horns sticking out of the sides of his head with each spanning out about 10 inches, also has a lengthy bovine tail that sticks out just above his wide rump and is about three feet long, has bovine ears and also has lots of freckles

Pred/Prey Ratio: 70/30

On the menu: No

Items of note: A nearly unlimited supply of milk

[rabbitcruiser]

National Mac and Cheese Day 

Mac and cheese, more formally known as macaroni and cheese, is one of the most beloved comfort foods. As is apparent from its name, it is made with macaroni—usually of the elbow-shaped variety—as well as with melted cheese. Other types of pasta can be used, and other ingredients are commonly added with the cheese. It can be made from scratch or out of a box, the latter variety being the first meal that many learn how to make.

Etruscans, Romans, Chinese, and Koreans may have all had a hand in the invention of mac and cheese. It likely was being eaten by the Early Middle Ages, although the first recipes didn’t appear until centuries later. The first recipe may have appeared in an Italian cookbook titled Liber de Coquina (Book of Cooking) in the thirteenth century. The recipe, titled  de lasanis, consisted of sheet pasta that was cut into two-inch squares, cooked in water, and tossed with grated cheese, which most likely was Parmesan. Mac and cheese gained popularity around Europe at this time. A mac and cheese recipe dating from 1769 that appeared in The Experienced English Housekeeper by Elizabeth Raffald is sometimes seen as being the first modern mac and cheese recipe.

Thomas Jefferson is sometimes credited with bringing mac and cheese to North America, and if he wasn’t the one to do so, he at least helped popularize it. He enjoyed many pasta dishes in France and brought back a pasta machine and noodle recipes. Mac and cheese became the signature dish of his slave and chef James Hemings, and Jefferson even had the dish served at a state dinner in 1802.

The original mac and cheese recipes usually used Parmesan cheese, along with pasta and butter or cream. American cooks tweaked the recipes and used cheddar, colby, or cheap processed cheeses, and sometimes added spices like nutmeg and mustard. During colonial times, casserole dishes similar to mac and cheese were common, which came from English recipes and were served at church suppers. Until the Industrial Revolution, when it became easier to manufacture pasta, mac and cheese was primarily an upper-class food. Although, African Americans commonly ate it as a weekend or celebration food during the antebellum era, a tradition that continues for many African Americans today.

During the twentieth century, the popularity of mac and cheese was accelerated by industrialization and the spread of convenient packaging. Kraft Foods debuted the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese Dinner in 1937, in the midst of the Great Depression, when consumers were looking for cheap food, particularly cheap protein. It served four and sold for 19 cents a box, with 8 million boxes being sold in the first year. During World War II, rationing was in place, which continued to bolster the popularity of Kraft’s mac and cheese. It has remained the standard version of boxed mac and cheese and of the food in general.

Although mac and cheese is generally thought to be made on the stove from a box that includes macaroni and a cheese powder packet, and even though it is ordinarily considered to be a cheap food, these are not always the case. Some restaurants have mac and cheese on their menu, some have it as their main focus, and some of them are even purveyors of fine dining cuisines. The variety of cheeses used to make mac and cheese have continued to expand as well, with Gouda, Gruyère, and goat all being used today. Bacon, jalapeños, tomatoes, shallots, herbs, chili seasoning, barbecue chicken, and other ingredients are sometimes added to mac and cheese.

On National Mac and Cheese Day, restaurants and brands that make mac and cheese sometimes offer deals or even give away free mac and cheese. Some companies that have participated in these ways in the past include Noodles & Company, Potbelly, Stouffers, Davanni’s, and B. Good. Events related to the day have also been held in various cities.

How to Observe

Here are some ideas to get you started on celebrating the day:

Check for mac and cheese specials and deals being offered by companies or taking place at restaurants.

Check to see if any National Mac and Cheese Day events are happening in your community.

Make some homemade mac and cheese.

Make some Velveeta mac and cheese.

Make a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese Dinner.

Make some mac and cheese and add ingredients such as bacon or jalapeños.

Eat some mac and cheese at a restaurant.

Make or buy some foods made from mac and cheese, such as mac and cheese pizza, mac and cheese bites, or a grilled mac and cheese sandwich.

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[foodwalkdelhi1]

Places In Delhi Serve Mouth-Watering Litti Chokha!

Our capital city is known for its wide-running flavor sense of taste, with both road side slows down and extravagant eateries obliging tastebuds from various locales. You can also visit - food walk delhi

In the event that you've been on the chase for credible Bihari food (read: delish Litti Chokha) for as long you can recall, this is the place your concerns come to die. Our culinary authorities investigated every possibility in finding the shrouded Bihari food problem areas in Delhi. Here's a gather together of the best places we discovered!

1.Mr. Littiwala

Avg Cost - ₹500 for two

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Address: B-31 Gurudwara Road Faizal Pur Madawali, Patparganj, New Delhi

Approach anyone with an affection for Bihari food, and this is likely the principal name that will manifest on their rundown of suggested places. Settled in the clamoring roads of Laxmi Nagar, this little diner is known for creating legitimate Bihari flavors through luring dishes. Their firm Littis combined with the tart Chokha is the thing that our Bihari food dreams are made of!

2.The Potbelly Rooftop Cafe

Easygoing Dining - ₹1000 for two

Timing: 12:30 pm - 10:30 pm

Address: 116 C, fourth Floor, Shahpur Jat, New Delhi

Features: Takeaway AvailableSeating AvailableSmoking ZoneServes AlcoholOpen Air SeatingNon VegetarianWifi Available

Foods: BihariNorth IndianTeaSeafood

Unquestionable requirements: Liti ChokhaPrawn CurryKeema MaggiLittiMutton CurryPastaSamosaFrench FriesNoodles

For as far back as we can recollect, Potbelly has been interchangeable with delightful Bihari food in Delhi. Conventional Bihari plans are set up with a specific 2020 artfulness and contemporary changes that solitary work like enchantment to upgrade the spellbinding Bihari flavors. They have a broad menu traversing a few Bihari dishes, yet the Litti Chokha is a genuine great inside and out!

3.Cafe Lota

Easygoing Dining - ₹1200 for two

Timing: 8:00 am - 9:30 pm

Address: National Crafts Museum, Bhairon Marg, Pragati Maidan, New Delhi

Features: Smoking ZoneSeating AvailableBreakfast PlaceNon VegetarianOpen Air Seating

Cooking styles: SaladHealthy FoodBiryaniAmericanTeaSeafood

Absolute necessities: Palak Patta ChaatDahi ChaatKathal KiCoconut RabdiCarrot SoupMango Prawn CurryJalebiSandwichPastaSamosaCheesecakeParathaFishMasala DosaChicken TikkaPancakesBiryani

A prominently venerated café in the city of Delhi, Cafe Lota offers on an exacting platter, the bona fide taste of Bihar. While their Bihari menu may be somewhat constrained as far as decisions, each dish is pressed with a collection of superb flavors that transport you to the towns of Bihar. Likewise, the encompassing vibe does miracles to upgrade your general gastronomic involvement with this eatery.

4.Bhoj Puria

Avg Cost - ₹500 for two

Timing: 10:30 am - 11:00 pm

Address: Shop 9, Ground Floor, DDA advertise, Opposite Mount Carmel School, Sector 22, Dwarka, New Delhi

Cooking styles: Bihari

Situated in the unassuming region of Dwarka, this is an as of late opened restaurant that immediately shot to acclaim in view of its overpowering legitimate Bihari dishes. Notwithstanding what you request from their menu, have confidence about the compulsory Bihari contact. In the event that visiting doesn't fit into your calendar, they convey heavenly thalis till 11 in the night!

5.Bihar Ki Rasoi

Light meals - ₹500 for two

Timing: 12:00 pm - 10:00 pm

Address: Dilli Haat, Stall 14, Dilli Haat, Near INA Market, Aurobindo Marg, New Delhi

Features: Open Air SeatingTakeaway Available

Foods: BihariTea

Unquestionable requirements: Liti Chokha

For the individuals who will in general regular Dilli Haat, this will put on a show of being an easy decision! Dilli Haat slows down are popular for serving real Indian flavors from an assortment of locales, however most definitely, this is as well as can be expected get your hands on in the close to region!

[x22wg]

Shore Leave (part 10)

Fresh from the gym, Michael Burnham stepped out of the shower with a soft moan of contentment from the warmth still lingering on her skin. Catching a glimpse of her profile in the mirror gave her pause, unable to look away. It still felt unfamiliar and strange to see herself like this. Such curves and just... so much of them. Michael found herself mesmerized by how the roundness of her belly curved into plump lovehandles, studying every crease and burgeoning roll with detached curiosity.

Touching her chubby cheek, Michael could not help but smile. While it felt like she barely recognized herself... when she had come face to face with the "Red Angel" down on Essof IV, her mother had known who she was right away.

Finishing drying her hair, Michael laughed at the absurdity of it all: She had nearly died trying to lure herself back from the future, only to learn that not only was her mother alive but a time traveller. And somehow she had decided what was most shocking about the whole thing was her mother seeing through a bit of extra chub. Perhaps that asphyxiation had killed off a few brain cells and Dr. Culber just didn't want to admit it.

"At least this helped against the temperature fluctuations." Michael patted her chunky flank and remarked wryly: "I suppose Georgiou wasn't lying about 'protecting me'..."

Burnham's hand moved to the front of her potbelly, relieved to see that she was making progress reversing the effects of the Emperor's "care". Sliding her hand up an invisible ruler she confirmed that her belly probably didn't stick out further than her – admittedly significantly fuller – breasts.

Her confidence surged, convinced that her efforts were paying off: Going to the gym. Carefully monitoring her nutrition intake. Being away from Tilly...

...Michael slumped, her confidence evaporated in an instant. Heaving a sigh she slouched down onto a bench. Lovehandles quivered with the impact as her belly pooled onto sprawling thighs. It let her stew in her lonesome misery for but a short while before she was called to action by a hungry growl.

Burnham knew better than tempt fate by starving herself and quickly finished up to make her way to the mess hall. Silently she imagined a carefully selected list of nutritious dishes. More vocally she groaned at the mental blandness. No wonder Tilly thought she was too serious and dull.

Michael shook her head as she walked down the corridor: What Tilly thought of her was the last–

"Oh. Hi there." Stopping a few meters away, Tilly shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other and held up a tentative palm by way of greeting. Her elusive gaze flitted to Burnham's damp hair: "Fresh from the gym, huh? Been working out? I thought we were going togeth–  oh never mind! Gotta stick to the regimen, right? Get swole. Rawr!" For emphasis, Tilly flexed her arm and felt her own veiled bicep. "...haha..."

Awkwardly stroking her own arm, Burnham was grateful for the redhead's defensive blathering: her attempt to fill the awkward silence between them. "Yeah..." she said eventually, failing miserably to affect a carefree air: "I just popped by for a bit..."

"Uhh-huh."

She wasn't fooling anyone. She was every bit as uptight as Tilly thought she was. "Uh... I better go..."

"Yeah, I was just... uh.. heading to the lab."

"Right..." Burnham made a hasty retreat before she ended up making things even worse by blurting out what she was having for breakfast. A strictly regimented platoon of lentils, spinach, beans and– a final glimpse of Tilly's copper locks caught Michael's eye before she disappeared around a corner. Instantly the list in her mind evaporated and she stomped into the mess hall with frantic determination. She snatched up a tray and slammed it down in front of the replicator: "Cheeseburgers. Plural," she said tersely. "Add fries..." Michael paused for a moment. "...and chocolate fudge cake."

"Is this really necessary?"

Initially, Burnham had been quite willing to break from her daily routine to check in with Stamets in Engineering. After all, she was the one who would have to use the time suit they were attempting to synthesize. Not to mention, in a way, seeing the suit take shape brought her just that little bit closer to her mother. It was a small comfort in place of the emotional solace she craved in the wake of her mother's sudden, but devastatingly short, reappearance. Michael knew she had not left her willingly, but still it felt like rejection. Just like she herself had been rejecting her only other source of that comfort which she craved...

What Burnham was less enthused by was being met by Stamets, Jett Reno... and a measuring drone. "I thought this was about the suit?"

"It is," Stamets assured her, before adding rather more awkwardly – with an attempt at a reassuring smile to match: "It's just a precaution."

"You already have the schematics–"

Utterly unwilling to pull any punches as usual, Reno activated the drone's hover-mode to interrupt Burnham: "What my esteemed colleague here's trying to say is: we're dealing with a piece of kit more advanced than we – especially he – can fathom. It's not a prom dress we can take in and let out on a whim."

"It will fit," Michael said firmly. Saru had seen the Red Angel – seen her – on Keminar. Wearing the time suit. Ostensibly no heftier than her mother, on whose schematics the suit would be based.

"She has a point..." Stamets glanced over at Reno. Mischievousness tugged at the corner of his eye, eager to contradict his colleague for that jab she had just directed at him. "Any adjustments we make to the design now will be obsolete if Commander Burnham loses more weight."

Reno considered the matter for a moment before offering her begrudging acquiescence. She disabled the measuring drone as if to tell Burnham she was dismissed and said inscrutably: "...or gains it all back..."

"...and then she was like 'yeah?'" Tilly leaned forward, abandoning her malevolently nonchalant Georgiou impression to get her companions' attention by tapping Detmer's soufflé with her spoon: "That woman's a total psycho."

Seeing Owosekun and Detmer pause opposite her, Tilly realized what she had done and gently stroked the offended dessert as if to make it better: "Whoops..."

When this didn't seem to allay their concern, an apprehensive grimace spread across Tilly's face: "Shoot. She's behind me, isn't she..."

Turning warily, she breathed a sigh of relief that was quickly replaced by absolute bewilderment.

"Is this seat taken?" Michael asked evenly. The three women just looked at her like a stranger  – which, to be fair, for the last couple weeks she had been at mealtimes. Then their eyes fixated upon her food tray as she sat down: filled almost to the brim with extra dessert.

"Oh... wow..." Tilly exclaimed shakily, the look on her face saying "who are you and what have you done with Michael Burnham?"

"Anyone want some cake?" Michael affected her most winning smile. "No? That means more for me then."

"Are you... alright?"

Burnham took a big bite out of her club sandwich, munching through her words: "Yeah, why wouldn't I be? Mmh, this is really good, you should try some."

Reluctantly, Detmer took a bite of the offered half, nodding in agreement as she chewed. "I didn't know this was on the regular menu."

"It took some convincing," Burnham said as she tucked into luscious dish after luscious dish, making theatre of how heartily she was eating.

"How do you 'convince' a machine?" Owo chuckled.

Detmer visibly relaxed as she accepted the rest of the sandwich: "Tilly, didn't you say you reprogrammed a food synthesizer to only make ice cream when you were a kid?"

As if slapped out of a trance, Tilly spluttered in confusion before feeling compelled to reply: "Uh... oh... what? Oh... that. It was just a matter of calculating the necessary protein concentration and small particle dispersion of emulsifiers."

"Right... of course..." Detmer managed to pretend to understand for all of three seconds before she burst out laughing. And just like that, the awkward atmosphere vanished.

"You gonna eat that?" Burnham asked jokingly, following up on the levity by pointing to Detmer's soufflé. Her humorous request was met with a smile, so chummy it was akin to a balm for her soul. She tucked into the dessert as it was offered to her, doing her best to reflect the warm camaraderie to Tilly beside her and smiling through chocolate-stained teeth.

"Seriously, is there anything you can't do?" Owo told Tilly, shaking her head in mild disbelief.

The redhead's eyes fluttered as she turned her attention away from Burnham to reply, rather morosely: "Well, too bad you can't power a time crystal with ice crea-heywaitaminute!"

Burnham thought her uniform should have fit better by now, compared to the last time she greeted a mystery guest arriving in Discovery's transporter room. She was certain it had felt less restrictive as of late, but having to walk at a brisk pace to keep up with Captain Pike really seemed to push the seams of her trousers to their limit. She made sure to file into the room after the captain so she could surreptitiously feel up her bum to make sure there were no hull breaches.

Feels so big... and round, she analysed before she snapped back to reality and quickly stepped up beside Pike before he caught on. They had to wait a moment for Tilly to arrive: A small eternity in which she could not quite put that round rear out of her mind... especially when Tilly came up from behind to join them.

Reflexively putting on her overbearing façade, Michael still raised a curious eyebrow when she glanced over at the redhead on her right: "Is that for me?" she joked, eyeing the bowl of spumoni ice cream in Tilly's hands.

"Ohh... no, no! I wouldn't want to ruin your diet! It's for... well, you'll see."

Before Burnham could retort, the trill of the transporter heralded the arrival of a young woman with wild hair and wilder fashion sense. Woad tattoos and nose ring was perhaps not the look Michael imagined for a planetary queen.

"Your Serene Highness, may I–" Pike said with respectful urgency, but was quickly cut off by an outburst of girlish enthusiasm:

"Tilly!" the queen of Xahea exclaimed with a big grin and rushed over to embrace her friend.

Burnham and Pike exchanged patient looks as the two women greeted each other with unbridled excitement. At least "patient" was what Michael was going for. Somehow a burning feeling was welling up inside her; petulant, almost childish.

"Po, this is Commander Michael Burnham," Tilly explained once the hugging was done and ice cream had been offered. She gestured towards the thin-lipped Burnham.

"Your roomie," Po observed, her second eyelids blinking curiously as she cocked her head slightly: "You look taller in your photos."

"Yes I've put on–" Burnham smoothed her uniform over her thick waist, somewhat self-conscious. "Wait... taller?" Expecting a comment on her weight, the queen's comment threw Michael for a loop.

Virtually vibrating with barely controlled excitement, Tilly continued by introducing Pike. He proceeded to give the queen a small bow, measured to the exact amount of courtesy expected of their respective stations: "Your Highness Me Hani Ika Hali Ka Po..."

"Po's fine."

"Right. Can you eat and walk?" Pike glanced down at the bowl in Po's hands. "I understand you can help us power a time crystal."

Taking a big spoonful of spumoni, Po nodded blithely and made to follow. Still somewhat perplexed, Burnham made up the rearguard, unable to keep from glowering as she watched Po and Tilly up front, all giggles as they huddled together.