"I just shaved my legs," Jemsyn announced, walking into General Garza's office. He propped a foot up on her desk and rolled up his pants leg.

"Come feel."

There was a moment of silence, then everyone got up, crowding around the captain.

"-do mine next-"

"-petting a dolphin-"

"-you do with your time-"

"What is going on here?" Supreme Commander Rans said, quite disturbed. General Garza just rolled her eyes and shook her head, smiling fondly.

"I shaved my legs," Jemsyn announced with a grin, "Come feel!" Rans took a step back.

"With all due respect, Captain, shouldn't you be more... professional?" Rans asked awkwardly. Garza stepped forward, gamely stroked a hand lightly down Jem's leg, and hummed to herself. She patted him on the back and pushed his foot off her desk.

"There isn't a force in the galaxy that could make Calomel comport himself as a proper officer." Garza said, then to Jemsyn, "We'll talk once you are properly dressed."

"Yes, General Buir," Jemsyn saluted.

Garza threw her stylus at him.