"No dessert for two weeks!" he ordered, wagging his finger at her.
Totally unrepentant about her lie to the ghost hunter's superiors, she brightly turned and stuck out her tongue.
"Truly Captain, you are always reminding me that you are purely an illusion – so who can prove that you are there at all? Seeing, as believing is in the eye of the beholder, I have always felt. And therefore, even though I might not choose to have dessert, I feel entirely entitled to it, if it is what I desire."
Grinning and returning to her desk, and sitting with purpose, she began to roll a new piece of paper into the typewriter.
Standing behind her, watching her with an amused smile, "And, M'dear, do you always get what you desire?"
Turning to look up at him over her shoulder, the room went quite still as they watched each other, silent messages spinning between the two.
With a wistful look, she returned to face the typewriter again, "No Captain, no matter how much I desire some things, or someone," she said more softly, almost to herself, "it isn't always possible." "I think, M'dear that's true for both of us," he said disappearing behind her. With a muffled, "Blast!" she began typing, and tried, yet again to push her feelings for him out of her mind, even if they insisted on remaining in her heart.