=^=How’s Danté?=^= On her way from the Infirmary to the Outpost’s counselor, Dierdre had decided to check in with her family. It would be among the last few times she could before duty would, once more, consume her life.

=^=He’s fine. I fed him some of that mush. I can’t say he liked it very much, but he ate it.=^=

=^=He didn’t like it, or you didn’t like it?=^= It amused her, Dev’s opposition to her choice in weaning Danté onto semi-solid foods. He believed formula was perfect, as it was simple and didn’t require him to have his fingers covered in pureed vegetables or fruits. Dierdre, however, preferred the nutrition of whole foods to the synthetic formula most places had to offer.

=^=I think a bit of both.=^= Dev responded. =^=At least, judging by the carrot mustache and orange fingers, I think he had more fun playing with it than he did eating it.=^=

=^=He’s six months old, what did you expect?=^= She subdued her laughter with a smile. A soft sigh escaped her lips the closer she edged to the Counselor’s office. =^=Well, give him a kiss for me. I got to go; I’ll see you two tonight.=^=

=^=Will do. Have fun.=^=

Allowing her hand to hover above her badge for a second, Dree couldn’t help but grin. Danté and Dev were a reminder that there was life outside of Starfleet, but they equally served as encouragement for her career within it. Musing to herself a moment, Dierdre tapped the chime. It was her last stop before she could head down to meet with her new team.

Lt. Navarro, CoS