Decent Days and Nights

[Dasquian Belargic]

This is a brand new problem, a problem without any clues
If you know the clues it's easy to get through
But you look confused and you don't know what to do
It's hard to get an answer when you haven't got a clue
If you work it out tell me what you find

If the least you can do is show some restraint
Then the most you can do is get carried away

I can see that you look confused and you don't know what to do
Say what you see, what you like
If you work it out tell me what you find
We can have a few decent days and nights

If you're meant to be here and you want to be late
The best thing you can do is get lost on the way

I can see that you look confused and you don't know what to do
Say what you see, what you like
If you work it out tell me what you find
We can have a few decent days and nights

We can have a few decent days and nights
We can have a few decent days and nights

If you want to make a guess you should know its not a game
'cause you'll never get another chance to make a guess again

This is a brand new problem, a problem without any clues
If you know the clues it's easy to get through

But you look confused and you don't know what to do
Its hard to get an answer if you haven't got a clue
If you want to make a guess you should know its not a game
'cause you'll never get a chance to make another guess again
If you work it out tell me what you find

***

A matter of hours had passed since the arrival of the Serenity. After meeting with the yachts crew and passengers, Rebel operatives Dasquian Belargic and Grace Van-Derveld had been afforded a rare moments peace. They had retired to their shared quarters, and were enjoying the luxury of a home cooked meal...

“I smell smoke... are you sure you don't need a hand with the frying pan?”

“Oh, very funny,” Dasquian appeared in the doorway of the kitchenette, smirking, and shot a glare at Grace as she lounged out on the sofa. “Only a couple more minutes and it'll all be ready.”

Thinking it only right that they should dine in style on their night off, Dasquian had volunteered to cook some traditional Hapan cuisine. He emerged from the kitchenette with two plates in hand, a surprisingly pleasant aroma following him. The dish of the day was fish, prepared with a Hapan sauce. Sat opposite Grace, Dasquian looked on with a grin – waiting for her verdict on her first bite.