Beka was walking down the hallway, heading toward medical. She was hoping Trance would be able to provide her with some anti-nausea medication, as well as something to help prevent food poisoning; just in case. It wasn't that she didn't have faith in Dylan's cooking abilities; it was just that…okay, it was just that she didn't have faith in Dylan's cooking abilities. She thought back on the one time he had been allowed to cook breakfast.

'At least those pancakes came in handy.' She thought. 'Harper was able to use them to seal off several holes in the Maru's hull.'

Her thoughts were interrupted by Tyr and Rommie coming toward her. She did a double take to make sure she was seeing what she thought she was. They were holding hands and talking in whispers. Both of them had goofy, lovesick smiles on their faces. Beka tried to turn down a side corridor to avoid them but they had already seen her.

"Ahh, Beka. Just the person we were looking for." Tyr said.

"Really?" Beka asked. "Well, I am sorry but I am in a big hurry so I'll talk to you both later." She tried to walk around them but they wouldn't let her.

"This won't take but a second Beka. It's important." Rommie said with a pleading tone.

Beka sighed. "Okay, what's up?"

"Well, Tyrsie and I have been discussing plans for the wedding and we wanted to know if you had chosen your colors yet." Rommie said.

Choosing for the moment to ignore the 'Tyrsie' comment, Beka asked, "What colors?"

"Your colors for the flowers and bridesmaid dresses and decorations and all that important stuff, of course." Rommie said with surprise. "Surely you and Dylan have discussed this. Our weddings are in a few days, you really should get things organized."

"Actually, it might be better that you haven't decided." Tyr said. "Rommie was telling me that your favorite color is pink."

"Yeah, so?" Beka asked suspiciously.

"We chose red for our color. If you went with pink, it would clash horribly." Rommie said. "So you need to pick something else. After all, and I am sure you will agree, our weddings should be perfect. Pink and red just would be horrible together."

Beka shook her head disbelievingly. Once again she found herself chanting "Why me?"

"Well, it is only fair Rebeka." Tyr said. "Rommie chose first, so you should be willing to choose something that will complement our color."

Beka just stared at him as if he were speaking in a foreign tongue.

"And while we are on the subject, I think you should tell Dylan he needs to dress in civilian clothes. I am not wearing a uniform and it would be tacky if he did. He should wear a tuxedo. I am going to wear one of those really cool white ones with the tailcoat. I have always wanted to wear one." Tyr said with a grin.

Beka slid down the wall until she was seated on the floor.

"Really, Beka." Rommie said. "You should be taking this a bit more seriously. After all, your wedding is the most important event of you life. If you can't do something as simple as choosing a color, how are you going to make the really important decisions like choosing what to serve at the reception or where to go for the honeymoon?"

Beka began sobbing into her hands.

"Maybe we should let her do pink if it is that important to her." Rommie whispered.

"Yes. Poor thing seems to be overwhelmed with all the responsibilities for making plans for her and Dylan. I think I may just have to have a little talk with him about putting it all on her and not helping." Tyr said menacingly.

"Well, I don't blame Beka for doing it all herself. You know how Dylan's plans are." Rommie added sagely.

"True, all too true." Tyr agreed.

Rommie turned back toward Beka who was still sitting on the ground.

"It's okay Beka. We can both do pink. I don't mind." Rommie said, patting Beka's arm reassuringly.

"Sure, why not?" Beka said, her voice bordering on hysteria. "There is nothing wrong with pink after all. It is a perfectly nice color."

"Of course it is." Tyr said