Riga Chilled time

Riga Chilled Time

Riga was chilling out between flights. She was in the ready room with the other pilots. One pilot, a small man named Brown, cooked some rice. It was two days old. He fried it with egg and honey. It looked disgusting yet smelled delightful. The taste was even better. Riga took a plate. 

"This is lovely Brown. How the hell did you decide to put honey with it? Never seen that before." Riga munched away using a big spoon. Two big sausages joined the meal. All were soon eaten. 

"Another plate Riga? Nice isn't it? I was experimenting and even tried strawberry jam. It was too sweet. Honey was just right. The egg balances it out." Brown scooped more rice onto her plate. 

"Cheers mate. The rice is indeed yummy. It's my fuel like high octane is for our planes. Thanks. Two plates will be enough hehe." The small gal pilot would get bigger if she ate any more! Then she would need a bigger flight suit. 

"Have as much as you want Riga. It's an honour to cook for the squadrons' pilots.have a good flight." Brown went on serving the other pilots and ground crew. He had three big pans of fried rice. All would be eaten.

"Appreciate the sentiments. Later." Riga finished her meal and coffee. She had a patrol by the river later. Enemy planes had been probing the defenses. She would provide the defense and probe them with her own guns. Riga the ace pilot. Today fuelled by honey egg fried rice and sausages!