"Yes you do!" he says, grinning.

"Aren't you convenient!"

"I'm so convenient," he agrees. "And now I think I'm going to go make convenient dinner."

"Mmm, dinner. What's for dinner?"

"I don't know yet!" he says serenely. "I'll think of something. Any preferences?"

"It's a special occasion," she says, referring to the warp drop. "Let's un-vacuum-seal a steak. I'm sure you'll do something marvelous with it."

"I absolutely will," he says, and kisses her, and wanders off to the kitchen.

Isabella puts on a Klingon opera soundtrack and reads along in the libretto as best she can. She's getting better!

From the kitchen, Lalita is singing along.

This is cute and he is cute!

And soon he is also bringing her steak!

Mmmmm steak. "Oh my. What did you do to it, this is really good - did you break into the bayleaves...? Mmmm."

"Magic," he says whimsically, and kisses her forehead, and sits down to eat.

She laughs. "Oh, would that it existed."

"I've been a magician!" he says.

"I just bet you have!" she laughs. "I'll be polite and not ask you the tricks of your trade."

"Good for you," he giggles.

"Did you have any particularly interesting tricks, though?"

"Lots!" he says, nodding. "I was a stage pickpocket for a while - that was lots of fun. And when I quit that, I tried card tricks next. Came in handy for cheating at poker."

"Why would you need to cheat at poker when you could just steal large amounts of money from yourself?"

He shrugs. "I had to get the large amounts of money from somewhere, didn't I?"

"You've had all those careers. They didn't suffice?"

"I've had all those careers and... that was one of them?" he says, puzzled.

"There's playing poker professionally, but you said cheating."

"Yes...? I can tell that this is a problem, I just can't tell why," he says.