Beka watched the door to Dylan's quarters open in what seemed to be slow motion. She turned to try and run but Andromeda had stationed a couple of bots at the end of each corridor so that any means of escaped were cut off. She turned back to the door just as it opened completely. Pasting a fake grin on her face, she greeted Dylan.

"Hi Dylan, can I come in?"

"BEKA! I am so happy to see you." Dylan said ushering her into the room. Please, have a seat."

Beka turns toward the couch reluctantly.

"WAIT!" Dylan yells.

"WHAT?" Beka asks, holding a hand over her heart as his scream had startled her.

"Let me help you." He says, going to the couch and fluffing the cushions.

"There, much better." He says happily.

"Yes, sooo much better." Beka says mockingly. Dylan, however, did not seem to noticed her insincerity as he was bustling around the room, lighting candles and fixing Beka a drink.

"So, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?" he asked.

Beka resists the urge to roll her eyes but smiles instead.

"It's about Andromeda's makeover."

"Who snitched?" he asked, sounding slightly perturbed.

"I dragged it out of Harper." She said.

"Humph, I would have thought he would have been the last to break with my threat."

"Yes, well ordinarily, but I can be very persuasive when I want to be." Beka said, with a wicked grin.

She smiled wider when she heard him gulp. Getting back to the matter at hand she spoke.

"The thing is Dylan that I am not sure we should paint Andromeda." At the hurt puppy dog look on Dylan's face, she hurriedly added, "It's not that I don't appreciate it. I do. It is a very sweet thought. But it isn't a good idea to have a warship that's painted pink."

"Your favorite color is pink?" he asked disbelievingly. "I would never have thought that."

"Why not?" Beka demanded with a slight blush. "It just happens to be a very nice color."

"Of course it is." Dylan said, smiling. "It's just not what I expect from my oh-so-tough, fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants, hot-shot pilot."

"Yeah, well, never tell anyone or I'll clean your clock. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am." Dylan said with a chuckle.

"Anyway, as you can see, it just isn't practical to paint Andromeda pink."

"How about if we just paint the interior?" Dylan asked.

"Not a good idea when we have dignitaries on board."

"The observation deck and maybe hydroponics?"

"No!"

"How about just the cargo bay?" Dylan pouted.

Seeing a way to perhaps get Dylan to compromise until the venom wore off, Beka said, "How about we let Harper paint just one of the empty crew quarters? That way we can be sure I like the shade of pink he picks."

"Okay!" Dylan said, brightening considerably. "Then if you do like it, we can paint all the crew quarters and then command and then…"

Beka interrupts him by raising her hand. "Just the one room right now. Okay?"

Dylan sighs, "Okay. It's just that I really wanted to do something special for you like Tyr did for Rommie."

"Dylan, you don't have to do things to impress me. Believe me, it's the last thing I want. Besides, you and Tyr are totally different. You are both good at different things. For example, you are a great Captain, a great Go player and really good at basketball. Tyr is good at looking out for himself, cheating, a really good cook…"

"How do you know he can cook?" Dylan demanded.

"Uhmm," Beka said, knowing she had just opened a can of worms, and feeling as though she had just eaten half of them, "well he, kind of, cooked for me, once, a really long time ago." She stood up quickly, "Well, now that we have the remodeling thing settled, I really should be getting back to my duties, you know doing all that First Officer stuff I gotta do. Bye Dylan."

Dylan, however, wasn't letting her get away with running out. He grabbed her arm as she tried to get past him. "So Tyr is a great cook, is he?"

"I didn't say great, I said good." Beka mumbled.

"Well, I'll have you know I can cook, too." Dylan said peevishly.

"Really?" Beka asked nervously, afraid of where this was leading.

"Yes. I will cook for you tonight, just the two of us, so you can see I am just as good a cook as Chef Tyr."

"Great, can't wait." Beka gulped.