Disclaimer: If anyone tries to sue me for writing this, they can A) eat my shorts or B) be the first to die in my take over the world attempt scheduled for next week.

Authors notes: I hope you are still reading this. I will try to make this a really long chapter to make up for my absence. Yeah!

I really want to thank the reviewers, especially Alania. I appreciate the constructive criticism, but I'm not changing the story now, because it's finished already. Rock on, Alania!

"And here's my new quarters. I asked to be moved so you could have your own bedroom," said Zandile. The doors swished shut behind the sisters and Lynette dropped her luggage on the floor next to her feet.

"It's nice and all, but it needs sprucing, sis." Lynette surveyed the bland decorating style of the room.

Zandile's new quarters were awfully plain. The only furnishings were a table and chairs near the replicator on one wall, a desk and a couch and coffee table near the window on the other wall. The coffee table was devoid of any personal knickknacks and the couch was a standard issue gray color. A bookcase was built into the bulkhead near the couch, but it, too, was empty at the moment. On the other side of the bookcase were two doors. Lynette presumed these doors led to the two bedrooms. Opposite the doors, next to the replicator, was another door for the bathroom.

"Give me a break, Lyn. I only moved in yesterday." Said Zandile. "You can decorate however you want, as long as it isn't permanent." She raised an eyebrow sternly to her sister, who had a habit of expressing herself flamboyantly.

"Yes, your majesty. What other rules do you plan to set upon me?" Lynette replied half sarcastically.

"Whatever the rules were when you lived on USS Freedom I will expect you to follow here. Otherwise, don't hog the bathroom and don't disturb my meditation." Again Zandile raised her eyebrow sternly.

"You meditate?" Asked Lynette, incredulously. "Since when?"

"Ambassador Spock showed me some very therapeutic Vulcan meditation techniques when he was aboard a few weeks ago," she replied. "Even you could try it. It's a good stress reducer."

"Maybe, sometime." An unreadable expression crossed Lynette's face. Then she brightened, "So, what is there to do around here?"

Deanna Troi and her cousin, Zarin walked into Ten- Forward. Guinan was at her usual post at the bar. She smiled at Deanna and pulled out a tall glass from under the bar. "Hello, Counselor. The usual?" She waited for a nod from Deanna before continuing, "Who's your friend?"

Deanna replied, "This is my cousin, Zarin. Zarin, this is my friend Guinan." Guinan smiled and shook Zarin's hand.

"What would you like to drink?" Guinan asked.

"Chocolate shake, please." Said Zarin, with a wistful look on his face.

Guinan got another tall glass from under the bar and put it next to the first glass. "Two chocolate shakes, coming up." She said, getting chocolate syrup, chocolate ice cream and milk from a refrigerator.

Zarin looked puzzled, "Why don't you just replicate your shakes?" He asked.

"Have you ever had a homemade shake?" Asked Deanna.

"Well, no," admitted Zarin.

"Here," said Guinan, handing Zarin the first shake, "find out why I make my shakes by hand."

Zarin ate a spoonful, "Delicious!" He pronounced.

The doors to Ten- Forward opened again. Zandile and Lynette entered and came to the bar. "Hello Counselor Troi, Zarin, Guinan." She said, nodding at them. "This is my sister, Lynette."

"Hello," replied three voices.

"Welcome aboard, Lynette." Said Counselor Troi.

"Would you ladies like something to eat or drink?" queried Guinan.

Lynette looked at a menu while Zandile ordered a chocolate shake. When Lynette saw the homemade shake, she ordered one, too. "This is wonderful!" Said Lynette, after her first taste of the chocolate shake.

"That's exactly what I said," said Zarin, savoring another bite and smiling. "I love chocolate," he added as an afterthought.

"Me, too!" Said Zandile and Lynette at the same instant.

A comfortable silence followed, in which Deanna polished off her shake in record time while the others savored the deliciousness. Deanna looked at a clock on the wall. "Oh, no! I have a counseling session in five minutes! Will you be OK, Zarin?"

"I'm sure these charming ladies can take care of me if I get lost." Said Zarin, smiling at Zandile and Lynette.

"OK," laughed Deanna, "Bye. Thanks for the shakes, Guinan."

Guinan looked up from taking orders nearby, "Anytime, Deanna."

Deanna hurried away. An awkward silence followed. "So... Deanna tells that you are half Vulcan. Do you have any telepathic abilities?" Asked Zarin, breaking the ice.

"I have the potential, but I wasn't trained to do anything telepathically."

"Maybe I could help you. I trained with Vulcans once, they taught me how to do a Vulcan mind meld and some other Vulcan techniques."

"You could? When?" Asked Zandile.

"Whenever you want, my schedule is completely empty until we get to sector 945 in two days."

"How about tonight, over dinner."

"It's a date," said Zarin, smiling.

I know it's a fluffy chapter. But fluffy is good, right? Review and tell me what you think, please.

P.S. Have a good time at college, Anarra!