Beka slowly trudged towards Dylan's quarters. She had spent the last few hours, when she wasn't being interrupted by the recent insanity of the crew, trying to figure a way out of tonight's dinner. Unfortunately, she had failed and was within minutes of facing Dylan's cooking.

'At least Trance agreed to remain on standby in Medical just in case.' She thought as she walked the last couple of feet to his door.

Just as she reached the doorway, Dylan's door slid open and Harper and Tyr both came stumbling out. Their faces were pale and both looked more frightened than she ever remembered seeing them. Dylan followed them out. His face was bright red and his eyes held a maniacal glaze that Beka could not ever remember witnessing in her Captain's gaze before. He looked like he was going to say something else but he noticed Beka and stopped.

"Beka, you're here." He said nervously.

"Wasn't I supposed to be?" she asked confused.

"Yes, of course." He said regaining his composure. "I just got a little distracted and lost track of time. Nothing to worry about though, I have it all under control." Turning to the two men he said, "You two can leave now, we can finish our discussion later. I, for one, am looking forward to it." He added.

Beka watched as the two of them walked down the corridor. They still seemed a little disoriented. She caught a few fragments of conversation before they disappeared.

"I TOLD you that wasn't what he meant." Harper groused.

"But he said it." Tyr insisted. "I heard him."

"Do you think he could really do that to us?" Harper asked.

"I hope not." Tyr said with a shudder. "Surely it is illegal." he added.

Dylan cleared his throat and Beka turned her attention back to him.

"What was all that about?" she asked.

"Just a little misunderstanding." He said.

Beka suddenly noticed the bandage around his head.

"What happened to you?"

"I just had a little accident. No big deal. Please, come in." He said.

Beka walked into Dylan's quarters. Her first thought was that a bubblegum machine had exploded. Her second thought was that Dylan had gone further over the deep end than she had first thought.

"What the hell happened in here?" she asked in disbelief.

"Tyr happened, and Harper." He mumbled.

"Care to explain?"

"I told Harper to get to painting on the crew quarters for you. I told Tyr to go with him and 'make sure he got my room right'. Tyr took that to mean my personal room. That is the result." He said gesturing around him at his newly painted décor.

Beka couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I do like the shade he picked at least. Pink really is a nice color."

Dylan led the way to the table. Beka noticed he was limping.

"Dylan, where else are you hurt? And what happened."

"I am fine, really. Just ahh, bruised my ego. That's all." He said pulling out her chair for her. She chose not to mention the large fluffy pillow she noticed on his own chair, assuming it was for his bruised 'ego'.

"I thought you might enjoy some entertainment before we started eating." He said.

At Dylan's signal, four 'bots came from the side room. They were all dressed in tuxedos with top hats and each carried a cane. They lined up at the back of the room while Dylan went over to join them. He put on his own hat and picked up a cane. Beka groaned but managed to keep a smile on her face. Music began to play and the bots began to dance in synchronization. Dylan began to sing.

"I've got sunshine…on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside… I've got the month of May. Well, I guess you'll say… What can make me feel this way? My girl."

The bots sang the chorus, "My girl, my girl."

"Talkin' 'bout my girl."

"My girl."

They continued on for some time, singing and dancing to several songs Beka did not recognize. After the fourth song, Dylan joined her at the table.

"That was…nice." Beka said. "Really unexpected. I don't know what to say."

"I just want to make you feel special Beka."

"Oh, don't worry. I feel like I am the one and only right about now." She said. 'The one and only sane person left on this ship that is.' She added mentally.

"Good." Dylan said with a grin. "Now, shall we eat?"

Beka gulped. "Sure, why not?" 'What the hell.' She thought. 'You only live once anyway, unless you are Trance of course. Maybe I should have let her take my place. She at least has a chance of surviving this.'

The bots brought out the meal. Beka had not had much of an appetite to begin with. Now she had even less of one. Every thing was brown, shapeless, and unidentifiable.

"Looks great." She said.

Dylan beamed.

Beka picked up her fork and scooped a little of what she thought might have once been meat onto it. She raised it to her lips. She opened her mouth. She screamed.

The sprinklers suddenly came on drenching both Dylan and Beka with freezing cold water. Both of them jumped away from the table, scrambling to find some way to stop the downpour. Failing this, they both hurried out into the hallway.

Holo-Rommie appeared in front of them.

"I am sorry Dylan. There seems to be a problem with some of my systems."

"Really, we didn't notice anything." He said sarcastically.

"What happened?" Beka asked.

"What happened is that all our food got ruined." Dylan whined. "I worked so hard on that meal."

"Hush." Beka said. "Andromeda, what happened with the sprinklers?"

"It seems that when Harper and the bots painted Dylan's quarters, some of the paint got into my wiring and shorted it out. That must have caused a small fire and the sprinklers came on as a result. I am sorry that your dinner was ruined. However, if the two of you will go to the dining area, I will have some bots fix you another meal."

"I guess we don't have much choice." Dylan grumped. "I am so sorry Beka. I really wanted tonight's dinner to be special."

"Don't worry about it Dylan. It wasn't your fault. Now lets go get something to eat." She said suddenly much happier.

They started to walk away. Beka turned and saw the hologram still standing behind them. She mouthed the words 'Thank you'.

­­­­­Holo-Rommie winked.