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[lieutenantkim]

::spears a celery stalk, swishing it around in something Chell seems to think resembles dressing::

::wonders who got the bright idea to let the Bolian and Talaxian switch off security and mess shifts...then wonders when Neelix's cooking became worth preferring::

::sighs::

Should have risked wasting replicator rations.::debates doing it yet,

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[ltcmdrtomparis]

::furrows brows at that greeting, but wisely decides to ignore it::

::pulls up seat, dropping own tray down::

Just who I needed to see. And alone for once...

[lieutenantkim]

Science lab. She has sandwiches.

::gives up on salad, leaning back to look at pilot::

What is it?

[ltcmdrtomparis]

...

::clasps hands, trying to figure out a non-ego-shattering way to phrase the issue::

Well, Harry, frankly, I need advice.

You're pretty good at reading women. Or at least reading what ticks them off and avoiding it.

::pauses::

You even get along with Seven better than most people.

[lieutenantkim]

::stares, torn between running and laughing...maybe the latter, then the first?::

::no, he'd just follow::

::steels self::

Tom, there are a million and one things you could have done to tick Seven off. It's not that hard to do to begin with, and you're better at it than most people.