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“That’s what I’m talking about!” Janeway said having sipped the dark brown liquid.

She cradled the metal cup in her hands. The aroma emanating from its contents heavenly to her senses.

“Keep replicating those beans and brewing me this coffee,” Janeway continued, a smile creeping across her dark pink lips, “And I’ll be yours forever.”

“A curious phrase as you cannot live forever.” Seven, sitting opposite Janeway, said dryly.

“Seven, it’s a just a figure of speech. But....” Janeway paused, taking a breath then meeting Seven’s piercing blue eyes with her own, “You would win my heart with this coffee.”

“An acceptable proposition.” Returned Seven.