"You called?" B'Elanna asked her captain angrily.
"B'Elanna, a few members of the crew have…voiced concern over your mood lately." Janeway said calmly.
"What th-"
"Your recent word choices too." B'Elanna opened her mouth to respond, closed it for a moment, then began talking again.
"Who, if I may be so bold, 'voiced concern?'"
"Exactly seventy three people and one holographic doctor."
"So what are you planning to do about it?" She asked, acid laced into her tone.
"Excuse me?" Janeway raised an eyebrow. B'Elanna clenched her already tight fists even tighter, her knuckles deathly white against her dark skin. "What I am going to do about it, is help."
"No shit."
"Language…" Janeway warned.
"Ghobe Qu'vatlh."
"Not what I meant."
"Can we please get to the point?" B'Elanna complained. Janeway did not respond. Instead, she slid a plate across the table they sat at. On it, was a small, round object, black on the outside, and white on the inside.
"An oreo." Janeway clarified.
"What the fuck?"
"An oreo. It's like a cookie, 'cept it tastes a million times better. My second favorite food, under coffee. It's one thing I desperately miss about Earth."
B'Elanna eyed the cookie suspiciously before picking it up and observing it.
"Oh, for god's sake, eat the damn thing!" B'Elanna nearly smiled. It appeared she was rubbing off on the captain. Without further thoughts, she popped the whole thing in her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise as she chewed.
"Good right?" The captain smiled. "I have more." She dumped the remains of a package of Oreos onto the table. "But if you want any more, you have to do it right."
"Right?" Janeway didn't answer the question, rather twisted the top off an Oreo and licked off the white substance inside. B'Elanna just shoved another one in her mouth.
"So," Janeway said, concealing her grin, "try to be a little more cordial from now on." B'Elanna nodded as she ate another Oreo and another.
One day later
Seven of Nine strode purposely towards Janeway. "Captain!" she called.
"What can I do for you today, Seven?"
"You can answer my question."
"Shoot."
"I beg your pardon?" Seven raised her optical implant.
"I mean… just ask."
"Have you altered Lieutenant Torres?"
"Hm?"
"She has not given me my 0800 death threat today. I do not understand what has gone on."
"Oreos" Janeway said simply.
"Irrelevant."
"Is it, Seven?" Janeway smiled, turned on her heel and went to get a cookie for herself.
To her surprise, there were none left.