An Inquiry from Starfleet Headquarters
Once they returned to Earth, Janeway was frequently summoned to answer questions about their journey posed by her superiors:
The admiral raised an eyebrow. "You say here in your official log that you started a caffeine competition?"
Janeway smiled. "Oh, yes! That was our first week in the Void, before I retreated to my quarters for six weeks. I thought it would be good for crew morale."
"...And what did your morale officer think?"
"He thought it was a great idea! You see, I had a legendary reputation from day one in the Delta Quadrant and the rest of the crew had been dying for an opportunity to challenge me. They all put up a good fight- B'Elanna came closest with twenty-four consecutive black eye raktajinos- that's a raktajino with two shots of espresso. I think her Klingon DNA helped.
"Chakotay made a good effort with twelve shots of espresso total, but surprisingly Harry beat him by two shots of espresso- probably because he dilutes it with all that milk and sugar; extra sweet Vulcan Mochas are his go-to.
"Y'know, it was surprising. I actually half expected Seven to beat me, what with her Borg physiology. And it certainly looked that way in the beginning- She downed sixteen straight shots of espresso in only twenty-eight seconds. It was remarkable. Then she crashed. Literally face-planted on the ground. Turns out caffeine is tricky on Borg components."
The admiral nodded slowly. "Mhm. ...And what did your chief medical officer think of this competition?"
Janeway laughed. "Oh, he still doesn't know about it." Then her face darkened. "And he never will."