A Halal Meal

"Before you get back to reading, I believe a meal is in order." Alya announced and caught Samus by surprise. Smoothing out her hijab, she met her companion's gaze. Reaching for her hand, Samus let herself be led down the halls. By no means a long walk, something about it felt different. Not that she could put a gloved finger on what gave her that impression.

Coming to a stop at a door, the pair waited a moment for it to open. Stepping through, Samus was met with a rather clean canteen. Cleaned far more recently than that of the crew quarters, she had a sneaking suspicion who was behind that.

"Would it be wrong of me to assume that this was what you were working on while I was asleep?" Samus inquired and watched her companion's expression shift. Cheeks oddly blazing, the bounty hunter wasn't certain what to make of this reaction. Beyond making her love Alya that much more.

"Of course. How else would I be able to make a halal meal, Samirah?" Alya inquired, now Samus's turn for her cheeks to go red. Trying to hide it, all that accomplished was it being even more obvious. Leave it all Alya to do that to her.

"I would love that." Samus answered as she headed over to a nearby table. Taking a seat there, she didn't need to wait long for the meal to arrive. A relative far cry from the space food, she took the time to savor what she was eating.