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[warpfairy]

They study Klingon. They work out a sleep schedule. They approach Betazed.

They are two days away from the system when Isabella notices something - troubling.

She takes longer than usual to compose herself that morning, and emerges from the living quarters with carefully measured steps, and avoids eye contact.

"Do you," she asks Lalita quietly, "have the ability to fly this class of ship?"

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[warpfairy]

Isabella laughs.

[dream_me_up]

Lalita grins.

[warpfairy]

"What other improbable civilizations have you visited?"

[dream_me_up]

"Oh, the Klingons were definitely the most improbable."

[warpfairy]

"What other interesting ones, then?"

[dream_me_up]

"Orion?"

[warpfairy]

"I know very little about the society. I do know that the people are green."

[dream_me_up]

"They have taboos about food the way some species have taboos about sex, and they're as casual about sex as some species are about food. I've had sex with a lot of Orions, but only one ever let me make her dinner."

[warpfairy]

"That's an interesting reversal, and not one I've heard of before. Sexual taboos are common. I wonder why."

[dream_me_up]

"I have no idea."

[warpfairy]

"For most races at most times, sex is more optional than food. Although outside of actual instances of pon farr Vulcans are at least as conservative as everyone else about the subject."

[dream_me_up]

"I got the impression that there was some unusual biology going on with the Orions, but not the same as yours," he says.

[warpfairy]

"So have you in fact lost count of how many languages you speak?"

[dream_me_up]

"Yes. More than thirty, though, that's for sure."

[warpfairy]

"Do I know of the existence of any languages that you don't speak?" she asks.

[dream_me_up]

"At this point? Probably not," he laughs.

[warpfairy]

"Wow," she laughs, shaking her head.

[dream_me_up]

"I like languages."

[warpfairy]

"The fact that I sometimes go online under the pseudonym "polarbear" is of little consequence - though I wouldn't like it spread around - but can I trust that you won't go into my other files?" Isabella asks.

[dream_me_up]

"I kept away from the ones that looked private. I'll try not to daydream on your computer again."

[warpfairy]

"Succeed. Please. Even if you avoid anything with 'diary' in the filename, this is a one-person ship. I'm not usually obliged to be overmuch concerned with security and labeling on things that can only be inspected with physical access to my system."

[dream_me_up]

"I don't think it's going to be that difficult," he says with a shrug. "You got this ship secondhand, right? How long have you had him?"

[warpfairy]

"A couple years. I bought him from a friend of my mother's cousin who married a Starfleet officer and now lives aboard the Drake."

[dream_me_up]

"Did he have another name before? Harley used to be the Eurydice," he adds. "I could never figure out why."

[warpfairy]

"Yes, I have a weakness for Greek mythology. I know it's a common name, but," she shrugs. "He was the Andes. I don't understand the motivation to name ships after geographical features."