It was unusual for the captain to visit Dr. Crusher in sickbay. Even more unusual for him to arrive unannounced.
"Do you have a moment, Doctor?" Picard asked, standing awkwardly in the doorway to Crusher's office.
"Well," she said from her desk, wondering if she should push her luck, "I have to have a moment for you. You're the captain."
"That is, uh, true," Picard said, losing and gaining his composure within a moment. "It's about your son, Wesley."
"What about him?"
"The Traveler we had here, he said that Wesley was well, a wunderkind, if you will. As talented as Mozart with symphonies but with regards to ship engineering."
Dr. Crusher raised her eyebrows. "Ah, I see. So that's why you decided to let him onto the bridge."
"Temporarily," Picard said quickly. "He must prove himself."
"Of course," Crusher said, warmness in her voice. "Let me guess, the Traveler told you not to tell me this?"
"How did you know?"
"A mother's intuition," she said with a smile. "Anyway, you're not telling me anything I don't already know."
"Is that so."
"Yes." Crusher stood up to leave. "But I appreciate you letting me know anyway, Jean-Luc."
And she pushed past him through the doorway before he could admonish her for saying his first name.