"Does it make a difference?"

"Only to what I put in the manifest file."

"Whatever you want, then."

Snuggle cuddle snuggle kiss! Mmmmmmmmmmm. Kiss.

"Yes," he murmurs.

Snuggles and touch-telepathy.

He likes her. He likes her a lot. He is just full of lovely wam snuggly happy feelings for her.

That makes her all warm and snuggly and happy right back! Yay!

Mmm. Snuggly and warm.

That is totally doable! Instant risotto is as the name promises. Isabella plates two servings and sits herself in his lap.

He cuddles her and noms the food. Nom!

"...Yes?"

"I can block casual reading, but you probably can't, unless you were engineered by someone particularly prophetic about what humanity would encounter in later years. If I couldn't block it I wouldn't want to go anywhere near a Betazoid. We have enough supplies to go to Hallia instead, if you were only agreeing to Betazed to avoid inconveniencing me."

"Oh. I don't care," he shrugs. "I don't spend so much time thinking about my secrets that it's a problem to go near Betazoids."

"...Are you generally that casual about telepathy?"

"...Yeah, why?"

"I - perhaps too much, I haven't thought about it in any practical-level detail before - tend to romanticize telepathic connections."

"Well, Vulcan telepathy is different from Betazoid," he points out reasonably. "There's not a lot of romance in walking past a stranger and knowing they're probably reading your mind a little, but there's plenty of romance in cuddling up with you and letting you read me."

"Yes, I know. And you can't block Betazoids anyway. Just -" She shrugs. "Not everything is casual surface reading. If you want to be my boyfriend you should probably know that it would make me uncomfortable if you were engaging in less casual telepathy with other people."

"Okay," he says. "...How about sex, will you be uncomfortable if I have sex with other people?"