Sam glanced over at the ensign. If she was checking the kitchens on her rounds it was obviously a 'slow day at the office' and if there was a red alert, he'd be running as fast as she would so it wouldn't hurt to indulge her curiosity.
"Once I've cut and formed them, they'll be cannoli shells. I'd meant to do this a week ago - I usually try to give a little reward to the department that scores highest on the battle sims, but since it's Fat Tuesday I'm making a double batch to share with security."