Differences in Taste, Part 2
Janeway stared at the mug. "Must… maintain… tough captainly image."
The mug- containing a white chocolate mocha- continued its innocent existence on her counter. Because it was an inanimate object. And therefore incapable of any moral action of its own.
Janeway tried to glare, but of course her usual glare had no effect on the innocent white chocolate mocha because the innocent white chocolate mocha was not sentient and could not be intimidated.
Janeway sighed. "…Alright, maybe just a sip."
She raised the mug to her lips and took a very small sip. "This is so sweet! How could anyone like this?" She took a longer sip. "Disgusting." She chugged the whole thing. "I don't see the appeal. I just don't.
"…
"…Computer, another white chocolate mocha."
Janeway took the new mug with her to the bathroom mirror and stared at her milk-froth mustached reflection. "Who are you..?" She swallowed. "…The crew must never find out about this."