Picard sat at his quarters reading the pad. True to his habit he ordered:
- Tea. Earl Grey.
A cup materialized in the replicator. Picard took it still engrossed in his pad. He sat down and sipped the tea. Immediately he jumped.
- What is the devil?
As his tongue was completely immobile, what came out actually sounded like "Wa tha datha?"
Five minutes later he was in a sickbay.
- Ow.
Beverly held a tricoder to his face.
- You had a few burns and damaged tooth enamel. - She frowned quizzically. - What happened?
- It was an accident, - Picard replied noncommittally.
Next time he'll specify a temperature for his tea. Once again he was reminded that it was vitally important for his own safety.