"Stop squirming, Kathryn."
"This stuff hurts."
"This stuff is hay. I thought you grew up in farm country."
“No hay rides in Indiana?”
"Of course, but they never hurt like this.” She rolled her eyes at Chakotay.
"Computer, soften hay." Tom ordered from the driver’s seat. "Better, Captain?"
Kathryn pulled the blanket over them, a bit more squirming and she settled down snug and warm.
“I fall to see the relevance of changing the texture only to have you sit on the Commander.” Seven observed.
Chakotay laughed; Kathryn glared at him.
“Seven shut-up” They said
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