I would frak with his mind a bit.
Would you rather replicated flowers or real flowers OR flowers beamed to you?
Methinks real flowers, hand-delivered.
Girl is thinking “I’m sitting on his bed now. Won’t he take the godsdam hint and do me?!!”
Yeah.
Um, you can go back. As Locutus.
Yeah, I supposed that type of thing would still be meaningful.
WWQD? Dabo girl for a day. 
Really showing your age, Jean-Luc. I would have had my clothes off in the bar.
Kissy faces!
“I pressed buttons, just for you.” :rolleyes:
~~~ You don’t send me flowers, you don’t sing me love songs…anymore ~~
Dabo Picard would be such a bitch.
ducks
Or this, right now.
Pillow talk.
um… what? huh? they’re ridiculous.
OK, hypothetical question:
Could this little dalliance here, and the subsequent fallout, mean that there’s a previously unknown Picard love child somewhere out there? :eek:
Yeah. That is totally Badger Q. Or show up as his soap. Picard is in the shower and starts to here moaning. He continues to lather and proceeds to wash, moaning resumes. He looks at the soap. There is Badger Q, “Don’t stop on my account.”
I wonder what Picard’s first deep space assignment was.
I’m sure it’s written down some where. Memory Alpha?
I’m always afraid to chick on Memory Alpha during a frak party cuz it always bumps me off the internet (weird).
“You have no gromba!”
Not everyone keeps their gromba in the same place. :rolleyes:
I would think birth control is pretty sophisticated in the 23 rd century.
I like this twist in the story where Picard is lacky blue shirt guy.
Punctual 
I love that.