"Ezri, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Aw, come on, Doc, have a sense of adventure! It'll be fun!" The Doctor glanced around nervously.
"It's not as fun when you can name every single bone in the body that you're likely to smash." Ezri planted a hand on her hip and attempted to glare at him malevolently. She failed miserably.
"Doc. You're a hologram. You have no bones to break."
"Yes, but you do." He retorted. Ezri shrugged.
"Hey, if Emony could do it, so can I. How hard could it be? I have all her memories."
"Famous last words." He grumbled. "Remind me why I'm here again?"
"I want to see if a hologram is capable of doing a handstand. And in case anything goes wrong and I need medical assistance. Not necessarily in that order."
"Fine. But I refuse to try until you've done it."
Ezri leaned down and pressed her hands into the floor, then nimbly kicked her legs up to the ceiling. Amazingly, she stayed there for a second before beginning to wobble, and she flopped over onto the floor rather ungracefully.
"Ow." She managed through a fit of giggles.
"Are you alright?" The Doctor moved toward Ezri, but she held up a hand and winced.
"Sprained wrist. I think. Emony used to sprain things all the time. Hazard of the profession."
"Let me look at it." Ezri scuttled away from him on all fours.
"No. Not until you do a handstand, too."
"I'm a doctor, not a gymnast!" She offered him a saccharine smile.
"I'm waiting."
Resigned, the Doctor flipped his body up into a perfect handstand.
"There." He grumbled through the space in his arms. Ezri grinned.
"Why, Doctor, you are a gymnast!"
