A girl re-assembled

Bonus twist:

Lets go unhinged with this picture please.

My prompt:

James having a spare minute not to be criticised and having a breath of the track to feel the f1 spirit again. Recharging his solar batteries before heading back to trenches.

I opened the door to the cafeteria. Few people were there in the middle of the comfortable chatter. A lot more is probably eating outside as surely not only me & Clair is fancy to catch some sun while it's here. I spotted Clair by the counter.

Hey!

Hello yourself!

Can you please order 2 slices of margarita for me, orange juice and tea? I need to speak with Maggie real fast.

Sure.

I strolled to the back of the cafeteria there the chef-s cabinet was, knocking twice.

Go away, I’m eating!

I opened the door.

Hi, Meggs.

Inside there was a messy storage filled with boxes, oils and ingredients placed on shelves with small desc mostly covered by papers. On top of which sits an outdated lamp-monitor, half-opened wooden box and a bowl.  By the desc sit Meggs, in her 70s, the unyielding chef of W for several decades now, chewing a bone with gusto.

E! Darling, haven’t seen you in ages. Do you eat at all?

Seriously, instant noodles, Meggs?

What? It’s cheff’ed. Look. She shows we a big chunk of bone & spring onion from the broth.

Do not tell me they’d cut your budget as well.

Ha, like hell they did. Over my dead body will they cut the kitchen. But I’m still pissed off of these new requests.

She took some of the small pieces of paper from an opened requests box on her desk.

Godji berries, avocadoes, smoothies, my arse. In my times men were men. Not the herbivores fairies. I remember how your dad once eaten a whole huge can of expired chili pepper by bet. I hadn’t seen somebody runs to the WC so fast.

Her chest rumbled with laugher.

Meggs, sorry, not much time, Clair’s waiting me. Can you organize me something?

What’s?

Creative team, our boss and others having a filming day in the hall. And they would be gratefull for some tea & coffee refill. Can you arrange it? There’s 6 of them there now.

Your boss is there? Y you’re not?

He’s a grown up, Meggs.

Doubtfull.

Shows me a paper with the familiar handwriting stating – akai & goat cheese.

Pretty please? I know you ace this freaking barista from the town they all fancy.

Just for you, love. I’ll send them specials.

Thanks, not too much though. No food, just refreshments. They already eaten, and write it on me.

I was backing away slowly. Waiting for the inevitable. Just in time to close the door

These 3 legends

Free people do science. You can't do science if you're not a free person. Why? Because you have to...

Imagine: everyone keeps telling you "There's no ninth planet. There's not. It's like what you learned at school - nothing beyond Pluto".

And you go, "Nah. Bullshit."

You straight up tell this to EVERYONE.

Why? Because your brain works in such a way that you can say, "Nah, all of you before me were wrong. You were all slightly off before I came along, and I'll correct you a little bit. I'll correct all the textbooks."