Kathryn and Chakotay sat in the mess hall, enjoying their dinner.

"You know commander, I think I am glad I took your suggestion."

"What suggestion would that be Kathryn?"

"Neelix. He makes a wonderful cook, and the crew seems to enjoy everything he does. You know, I don't think I've tasted a single thing that isn't absolutely wonderful since he joined us."

"What about the green and purple glop he served last week?"

Kathryn leaned close to Chakotay.

"Well, I never got to taste it remember?"

Chakotay nearly blushed.

He'd been the one to start the food fight.

He smiled.