[Leia enters, surprised (and frankly, a little pleased) to see Beverly in such good spirits. Perhaps surprised is a bit naive; as captain of the ship, she must need to place her own discomfort behind the needs of her crew. But it's still enough to draw a smile to Leia's face.]
I did.
[She glances over the variety of foods, made familiar over the months she's spent in this galaxy. It's strangely comforting that it's so unfamiliar; they can dine together and speak without the specters of Leia's past getting in the way. (Beverly's might still lurk, but she's lived with them a long time, so far as Leia can tell.)]
[She always has to do that momentary translation with this and so many other words. Coffee, caf; refresher, bathroom; datapad, PADD.
Leia takes a seat at the table, setting her hands in her lap.]
Shall we?
[Without knowing how much Beverly remembers--or wants to remember--about the previous night, she doesn't want to make too many presumptions. Obviously she knows something, or she wouldn't have prepared breakfast, but Leia's trying to let the subject come up as it will.]
Yes. [Her gesture towards the table is a little more stiff than usual.] And tea. And juice if you prefer that.
[Beverly takes her seat across from Leia and surveys the food again, as if really seeing the large amount of food for the first time. Overboard doesn't even begin to cover it and she can't help but laugh at herself, glancing back up at Leia sheepishly.]
I suppose it's a bit much, isn't it? But I wasn't sure how you... what you would want.
Caf is fine. [She smiles, reaching for a small of her usual breakfast, as well as a few bits and pieces of the other options: a fruit she doesn't recognize, some kind of small pastry, and so on.] We might have to save some of this for lunch.
[Even with four people, she's not sure they'd demolish everything on the table. And though she'd planned to let Beverly raise the subject of the previous night herself, Leia's never been known for her natural inclination towards patience. They're here, and they're tucking into this ridiculous spread. They might as well get down to business.]
Did you have any other adventures on your way to bed?
[Beverly clears her throat and takes a convenient sip of her coffee. She can feel the heat in her cheeks rising, much to her chagrin. Leia's just jumping right in - not that she can blame her, but still, Beverly was hoping for a little more time to prepare herself.]
No, I went to sleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
[She sets her cup down.]
I am sorry, for last night. It wasn't... I never intended to put you in an awkward position. And I promise I don't normally do that... well, ever.
I know. You've been an effective captain and a gracious host to both my son and me.
[Even when Ben, who might have to make a permanent home in the brig at this point, has made it extraordinarily difficult to summon up grace or poise in his presence. He could meet far worse fates, given the circumstances, and frankly, Leia's still grateful they weren't both tossed out the airlock when they materialized on the bridge to begin with.
And now, with care and a sort of studied casualness:]
I hope we can move past any awkwardness quickly. I'd regret losing your friendship, Beverly.
[Truth be told, Ben doesn't make her all that angry - it's mostly sadness she feels when she looks at him, and especially when she sees Leia's expression as she watches him.
No, even if she weren't a Starfleet captain and a doctor, committed to helping those in need whenever she can, as a mother, she could never abandon them.]
You won't. I hope you know you always have place to call home here.
[Beverly has incredible restraint. There are times when Leia's furious with her son, though she doesn't visit him on those occasions. She can only bring herself to venture down to his force-but-not-Force-fielded cell when she's ready to be calm and patient, no matter what he might throw in her face.]
I'm grateful, as always, but that isn't quite what I meant. [It's easy enough to see why she'd jump to that extreme, but Leia gestures to the food before them.] Even if I had a place on the Pasteur, I'd be sorry to lose this.
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Date: 2016-11-04 04:43 pm (UTC)I did.
[She glances over the variety of foods, made familiar over the months she's spent in this galaxy. It's strangely comforting that it's so unfamiliar; they can dine together and speak without the specters of Leia's past getting in the way. (Beverly's might still lurk, but she's lived with them a long time, so far as Leia can tell.)]
How are you feeling?
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Date: 2016-11-05 12:36 am (UTC)I have a small headache, but it's nothing a little coffee won't fix.
[And some painkillers.]
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Date: 2016-11-05 01:08 am (UTC)[She always has to do that momentary translation with this and so many other words. Coffee, caf; refresher, bathroom; datapad, PADD.
Leia takes a seat at the table, setting her hands in her lap.]
Shall we?
[Without knowing how much Beverly remembers--or wants to remember--about the previous night, she doesn't want to make too many presumptions. Obviously she knows something, or she wouldn't have prepared breakfast, but Leia's trying to let the subject come up as it will.]
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Date: 2016-11-05 01:35 am (UTC)[Beverly takes her seat across from Leia and surveys the food again, as if really seeing the large amount of food for the first time. Overboard doesn't even begin to cover it and she can't help but laugh at herself, glancing back up at Leia sheepishly.]
I suppose it's a bit much, isn't it? But I wasn't sure how you... what you would want.
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Date: 2016-11-05 01:44 am (UTC)[Even with four people, she's not sure they'd demolish everything on the table. And though she'd planned to let Beverly raise the subject of the previous night herself, Leia's never been known for her natural inclination towards patience. They're here, and they're tucking into this ridiculous spread. They might as well get down to business.]
Did you have any other adventures on your way to bed?
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Date: 2016-11-05 02:12 am (UTC)No, I went to sleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
[She sets her cup down.]
I am sorry, for last night. It wasn't... I never intended to put you in an awkward position. And I promise I don't normally do that... well, ever.
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Date: 2016-11-05 02:42 pm (UTC)[Even when Ben, who might have to make a permanent home in the brig at this point, has made it extraordinarily difficult to summon up grace or poise in his presence. He could meet far worse fates, given the circumstances, and frankly, Leia's still grateful they weren't both tossed out the airlock when they materialized on the bridge to begin with.
And now, with care and a sort of studied casualness:]
I hope we can move past any awkwardness quickly. I'd regret losing your friendship, Beverly.
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Date: 2016-11-06 12:52 am (UTC)No, even if she weren't a Starfleet captain and a doctor, committed to helping those in need whenever she can, as a mother, she could never abandon them.]
You won't. I hope you know you always have place to call home here.
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Date: 2016-11-06 01:20 am (UTC)I'm grateful, as always, but that isn't quite what I meant. [It's easy enough to see why she'd jump to that extreme, but Leia gestures to the food before them.] Even if I had a place on the Pasteur, I'd be sorry to lose this.
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Date: 2016-11-06 02:40 am (UTC)[She really hopes they're both using the food as a metaphor here.]