RAMIREZ: You must know by now that I'm unorthodox in my ways of acting

DICKENS: Maybe you're not an orthodox man and this, sometimes, it's useful. However I make emphasis in the word sometimes, don't do it so much or you could hurt yourself. :: Dickens make a little grin and winked lightly one eye ::

:: Yet again, Ramirez cracked a bigger smile ::

RAMIREZ: Still trying to play conscience for a lost cause? You might lose a few feathers in the process. You know that, right?

DICKENS: Let's see what await us on 118. Have you tried this? :: Dickens pointed to some kind of bread with what seemed cheese and meat over it.

RAMIREZ: ::taking a fake infomercial voice :: That, my dear Jiminy Cricket, is what we humans call a pizza. For those of you who play the home game, you take dough and you flatten in, giving it a round shape... or any shape you want, actually, the round one is just more common... Then you add some tomato sauce, in which you can add spices to your liking and then you add a wide variety of ingredients to your liking. All sorts of meats, vegetables, other stuff... Top it off with cheese, even many kinds of cheese if you love it that much... Put it in the oven, wait a while and there you have it, your very own homemade pizza. ::normal voice:: My granny makes one hell of a pizza... Six kinds of meat, four kinds of cheese and a very spicy sauce... The pizza's that thick ::separating his thumb and index to about 4 inches::... Man, I really need to go back home to have my grandma cook stuff for me...

 

DICKENS:

 

RAMIREZ: What? I love my grandma's cooking. I'll see if the family can come to the station sometimes, you might get a chance to meet her and taste her cooking yourself. I just hope she doesn't bring that old shotgun with her...

 

DICKENS:

 

:: Ramirez started laughing at the puzzled look Dickens gave him ::

 

RAMIREZ: If you thought I was trigger happy, wait 'till you meet Granny O'Riley... That woman is ready to shoot anything that's not remotely familiar... And she can shoot better than anybody I know, even my mom... She can put a hole in a duck at 600 feet and that's without her glasses...

 

DICKENS:

 

RAMIREZ: I ain't kidding! My mother works at Starfleet R&D in the weapon development labs, so you can imagine how well sh'es trained to use weapons... Well she went to my dad's mother to learn how to shoot better... It's amazing... But even with that trigger happy side, my grandma's the sweetest old lady in the world as long as you stay on her good side.

 

DICKENS:

 

RAMIREZ: Nah, don't worry. When I tell her you've been trying to keep me out of trouble and helping me, she won't even think about shooting you... She might aim at you, but she won't shoot, promise.

 

DICKENS:

 

RAMIREZ: Your call. But I'm telling you, you'd be missing one hell of a meal if you didn't come.

 

(tag. If you want to continue, be my guest, if not, I'll make Ramirez's Grandma shoot Dickens in the leg lol)