Captain Strutt stomped a forehoof lightly on the metal deck and huffed. “Sir, I really think that—”

Ignoring him, Narcisse reached his left hoof forward and flicked a green switch on the console to his right. “—Galley!”

A speaker built into the back of the captain’s chair came to life with a sharp pop as a feminine voice responded tentatively. “Yes… sir?”

“Ah, Blackberry.” Narcisse grinned.

The speaker crackled for a moment in hesitation. “Umm?”

“Bring up some coffee, my dear. Oh, and bring up my mission files as well, the ones with Princess Luna’s insignia? They’re on my desk.”

“Yes. Um, right away sir.”

“Oh, and Blackberry?”

“Sir?”

Narcisse’s grin turned a touch lecherous. “Whether you use your own hot flanks to deliver them to the bridge is optional, but you know what I would prefer. That is all.”

An offended huff sounded from the other end of the line before it went dead, leaving Narcisse chuckling as he flicked the intercom switch back off. Feeling the intensity of the glare from the Captain, he hovered his right hoof over the comm-beacon switch and looked over his right shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Captain. You were saying—?”