"More coffee?" Jan held up the pot in Kathryn's direction.

"Is that even a question?"

"Sorry," Jan feigned contrition. "I forgot I was speaking with Miss Dark Roast twenty fourteen."

Kathryn held up her hand with a laugh. "The year's far from over, Jan. I might find a roast that I like better. Although," She took a long sip, savouring the odour and the fine taste of the complex brew. "I have to admit that I am partial to the Sumatran. This might be my favourite so far…"

Jan rolled her eyes predictably and added healthy drop of cream to her own cup. "Does Chakotay know you make love to your coffee cup like that?"

"For years," She grinned. "I think at this point he's just accepted the fact that he's the third wheel."

"So," Jan changed the subject. "All joking aside, what did you two think of CJ Acres?"

"The owners, husband and wife team," Kathryn explained. "Are absolutely lovely. From what we saw and from what they told us the other day, they're very excited about working with the camp. Of course, they're new, but from what Chakotay and I took away they seem like a great group to work with. And with the output that they recorded the year before, they should be a good asset if we keep our contract with Blue Fields."

"Good," Jan nodded her head and stifled the yawn that was trying to make its way through. "So in a couple of weeks, get everything signed with them and then we cross our fingers that they get a good yield this summer. If not, we're going to have to dip into camp reserves and buy from a supplier – which I don't like doing."

"Okay," Kathryn added to her mental to-do list. "And what about the welcome packs?"

"Oh!" Jan nodded again, trying to muffle a yawn. "Good woman! The information for the printers is on the computer-"

"I already found the file – I'll go ahead and order two hundred and fifty copies. That'll give us a little leeway to make last any last additions in case some of the campers pull out."

The older woman nodded again, solemnly this time. "It does happen. Some kids don't make it to camp. But," She forced a smile. "It's something for them to look forward to."

"Is there anything else?"

"No. Not for right now. Oh," Jan looked at her. "There is one thing; you two need to open an account at the local branch so that Gregg and I can start depositing money directly into your account." She rummaged down on her knees in her purse, cursing under her breath to find her intended target in the midst of the coupon, old note, gum and candy wrapper rubbish. "Found it!" Victorious, she produced a small rectangular piece of paper. "Your first paycheque to deposit into your account!"

Kathryn reached out almost tentatively to take the small page. Somehow it felt strange. In her in own time, money was nearly a passé concept. Of course, the acquisition of wealth was still an aim for some, but not many. No longer were people driven by the greed or avarice, or the drive to become rich. Of course, the Ferengi were an exception. But most were driven by the thirst for knowledge or the hunger for exploration. In Starfleet, she'd earned credits for the occasional splurge. But her basic needs had been provided for – food, clothing, transport. It was only know that she realised the necessity of money.

"Kathryn?" Jan's voice woke her from her lull. "It's not going to bite you, dear. Here, take it. You've earned it!" She stuffed the folded sheet into Kathryn's hand. "Now, Gregg and I have a joint account and a business account at Chase Bank on Donnellan Avenue right by Target. I think it's the main branch for this area. We'll put you two on it once you've your own opened. Alright?"

"Of course, Jan," Kathryn covered. "Thank you."

"Well now that that's out of the way," An old look twinkled in Jan's eyes. "Have you and Chakotay anything planned for Valentines Day?"

"Uh," she shook her head, trying to remember what she did last year. "No. Not that I know of."

"Oh?"

"Well," She shrugged uncomfortable. "It's just… we didn't- it's never been…"

"Goodness gracious, Kathryn, relax! I just thought that it would be something the two of you would enjoy." She downed the last of her lukewarm coffee and straightened her back. "Well I'm off to work. Have any of the medical students submitted their applications?"

"We've gotten a few through the website – about forty or so. Should I wait to review them with you?"

"No, no. You can go ahead. I've got to get Gregg. We have to leave for work in fifteen minutes. Gregg!" She yelled outside the kitchen porch door. "Greggory, where are you?! We've got to get to the hospital for rounds in twenty minutes!"

Kathryn shook her head in beguilement as she came up behind Jan in time to see Chakotay and Gregg bounding out of the barn opposite the house. "That man," Jan turned around. "And those dimples, Kathryn. God Almighty, he's one helluva catch."

"Mmmm," She nodded, keeping eye contact with him as he came up to the house, smiling a silly, big grin. "That he is."