"Here now," Burnie laughed pushing another drink toward her. "People have enough things to worry about with me at grill. Don't add making someone choke to the list."
Burnie thought about her question. He'd had very little routine for most of his life. A certain rhythm, yes, but not really a routine until the Academy. Starfleet tried to create routine. Shifts. Drills. Schedules. Maybe that was all to counter the uncertainly of being out here. When it came down to it, he sort of liked a little uncertainty - the potential for something exciting - otherwise you were 'just going through the motions' as his mother would say. Of course, she'd found plenty of causes to keep her actively engaged without ever leaving earth (and had still managed to drag him to services almost every Friday night).
"Everything's an adventure if you do it right," he replied. "I think you just have to redefine routine to mean one or two things you can count on doing."