This morning's prompt was 'stuffed turkey'.

Chief Petty Officer Banks followed the agitated spacer into the mess. The guilty looking young spacers held up one bulkhead and his eyes panned over them, covered in cake, and traversed the entire mess before falling on a trail of... stuffing?

There, by the slippers of Wendy and her cousin, Cathy, lay the wreck of a magnificent stuffed turkey. Banks whistled.

"A truly magnificent bird gave his all to feed us. Damn shame to waste it."

He picked up a turkey leg.

"You keep a spotless mess, Cookie."

There was no hesitation.

"Yes, Chief!"

"Good!" Banks took a big bite and was amused at the outrage and disgust. Good.

"Care for a bite, Montana?"

Wendy hid her reaction well, but the barest of smiles tugged at one corner of her mouth. She stooped and picked up part of the carcass, tore a chunk with now greasy fingers and popped it into her mouth.

"Tasty? Anyone else hungry?"

Cathy looked from her cousin to Banks and suppressed a giggle. Jake took a step and then another, and Wendy held the bit of turkey out to them. There were no other takers.

"I distinctly remember a time when there just wasn't enough food to go around, but I guess the rest of you are too young to remember bricks of kibble and food riots." Cold eyes roved from face to face.

"Good times, good times."

Banks turned to Cookie. "I think we have a few volunteers to help clean up."

Cookie nodded, as Wendy, Cathy and Jake jumped to it, and then the rest scrambled to not be the last 'volunteer'.