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Who: Beverly Crusher
Broadcast: Video
Action: Iskaulit
When: Now!

[Hello Fleet, it's been a while since you all have seen this particular redhead's face on the network. Months, really, since she's made a public broadcast like this. She appears to be in a good mood, offering the fleet a smile, and even if her address is rather formal, her tone is warm and welcoming. Behind her is the greenhouse of the Iskaulit, with lots of tropical-looking plants and even what looks like fruit! Weird fruit! But fruit nonetheless.]

Good afternoon! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Dr. Beverly Crusher of the SS Blue Fish. I, along with Ino Yamanaka on the Three Twins, run the garden here on the Iskaulit. I've spoken with many of you who have expressed an interest in learning how to garden. In light of this, I've decided to offer classes of a sort... nothing too formal, just a weekly meeting where I can teach people the basics of taking care of plants in the environment of a starship. Though of course, if people want something more extensive, I'm more than happy to accommodate for that! But it seems best to start simple, see what people are most interested in. So, if this is something you think you'd like to be a part of or if you have any questions, you can either respond here or I'll be on the Iskaulit the rest of the afternoon should you prefer to talk in person.

Thank you for your attention!

[And Crusher out!]

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Then it's considered pleasant.

[He would hope so, anyway.]

Is there a tartness to it?

[He picks his words carefully. Tart. He thinks that's the right word; it's all outside his experience.]

A little.

[She tilts her head.]

I assume you were not programmed with the sense of taste?

[Unsurprising, but it always has struck her as a bit of an oversight with androids.]

I wasn't. Nor do I possess a sense of smell, except for the detection of the most basic of potential dangers; smoke, for example. A full simulation wasn't... thought to be necessary.

[Which generally doesn't trouble him. He doesn't feel hindered by that. It just is.]

I've been attempting some cooking for the crew of the Wonderduck. While I've had some success, this has been a minor inconvenience.

Perhaps someone would volunteer to be a taste tester for you?

["Someone." Hmm.]

[Oh. Oh. So subtle.]

I would great appreciate anyone who volunteered for that, Beverly.

[She leans in towards him and gets that look on her face, the slightly mischievous and undeniably flirty one. Forgive her. She can't help it, even though she knows he's still learning.]

You would, hmm? And what would this hard working taste-tester get for her troubles?

[The correct answer is of course: kisses. As if they need more excuse for that.]

[He blinks at her, mildly puzzled. Flirting! Oh no.]

Anything in my power to give her, of course.

[She grins. He's getting better at this.]

Good answer.

[She could drag this out further but she relents for his sake.]

Not that I need any bribing, mind you. I'd be more than happy to help.

Thank you, Beverly. It would be most appreciated. I understand that eating is considered a pleasurable experience, and I would like to help with that.

[Pleasurable and often social, despite being biologically necessary. Then again, so is sex.]

It is, unless you're stuck eating protein cubes.

I admit I do wonder whether the members of the Fleet had been raised eating protein cubes if they would still be considered unpalatable. The population of Earth mostly subsists on food produced by special strains of yeast or algae. I admit I don't know how it would compare to the protein available here.

As hard as it is imagining anyone finding them delicious, it is true that your tastes are very much determined by what you ate as a child. No doubt if someone was raised on protein cubes, they would find no problem with them now. And in truth, though I complain, I myself am probably at some advantage that the food Atroma supplies is not all that different from Starfleet field rations. Can't say I enjoy either of them, but I'm more used to it than I'd care to be.

I do recall partner Elijah's reaction to Spacer cuisine, which is rather more... traditional.

[It's nutritious, at least. There's that.]

I take it he didn't think much of it?

On the contrary. He found it delicious, although quite unlike anything he had been able to try before, once he was able to adjust to the concept of food so unprocessed.

[She smiles.] Well good! I'm glad he got the chance to try something other than yeast.

[She shakes her head.]

It's still so hard for me to imagine Earth like that, without fields and farms and forests, only cities.

In my time, Earth has been so overpopulated for so long that there is no other way to feed the population.

I imagine that the version you know is far superior.

Maybe. But it took a devastating world war to knock some sense into us first.

[Is that better than the course of action he left behind? Hard to say.]

That is regrettable, then.

[Something he needs to think about, maybe.]

[She nods] While I am a beneficiary of the society that developed after the war, which was hundreds of years ago at this point, I can't say I'm exactly proud that we ever got to that point. However, I am proud of - and thankful for - how far we have come since then. Being here, I think, has helped me appreciate home even more.

[He's thoughtful for a moment.]

Partner Elijah was often insistent upon taking action that was harmful, under the reasoning that by experiencing that harm, he would gain more than he had lost. It was a difficult concept for me at the time. Perhaps the same can be said of entire societies.

[Daneel pauses, just for a moment.]

I am not sure a devastating war is justifiable, however.

[She takes the flower bud between two fingers and stares at it for a moment, thinking about the Borg, about Julian and the Dominion.]

No, but... sometimes you have to fight, whether you want to or not.

[He's quiet, giving her a long and curious look.]

Perhaps this is so. It is unfortunate, regardless.

[Daneel lays his hand gently on her arm.]

[His hand on her arm brings her attention back to him, her gaze slowly moving from the flower to his hand to his face.]

I'm going back to one, you know. A war. Not... not right away, but soon. And I don't think there's anything I can do to stop it from happening.

There is the danger of one where I am from, as well. I've been working to prevent it, as well as I can.

[The ability to make small mental adjustments certainly helps sway political policies one way or another.]

It... worries me, that I am here.