Wendell was in his office, adjoining Science Lab One, still puttering away in the dead of night. He had his mug of mocha raktajino which he drank as he reviewed and entered data on his lcars terminal.

He was basically updating his required weekly report on the status of his science officers and any ongoing experiments. Low level stuff, really.

He thanked the stars for replicators that knew how to properly make mocha raktijino. Each. Time.

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