Difference in Taste, Part 5
Janeway guiltily set her white chocolate mocha on the table. "Hypocrisy? This is all your fault!"
Seven lifted her chin. "Captain, that makes no sense. When I first ordered a white chocolate mocha from Neelix I thought you would be proud; you've made your desire for me to consume coffee clear on multiple occasions."
Janeway scowled. "Coffee, yes. But not this…" she gestured at the innocent mug of overly-sweetened caffeine, "this… monstrosity."
"Your hypocrisy reveals itself again. How can you call monstrous what you yourself just admitted to enjoying?"
Janeway adopted her signature Janeway Death Glare. "I will not be called a hypocrite on my own ship in my own quarters. You've come in here unannounced to debate philosophy before and I've put up with it. But debating the merits of coffee is taking it too far. You are dismissed."
Seven's own Borg Stare, the only expression of anyone on the ship that even came close to matching the Janeway Death Glare, did not falter. But she did turn to leave. "Are you really upset with me and my refusal to adopt your preferred form of caffeine? Or are you upset with yourself?"
Janeway's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Don't make me call security, Seven."
Seven huffed and marched straight at the door, fully intending to storm out…
…then smacked face-first into said door which was still locked by Janeway's security code.