Enterprise directs some sort of beam at the green goo surrounding the planet. And, unsurprisingly, not much happens.
Troi rings Dr. Bev's quarters and pokes her head in. Troi's wearing that atrocious Tae Kwan No outfit made of white terrycloth so thick, it must've hampered any and all graceful movements girlfriend tried to namaste. Dr. Bev looks up from where she's tending a new planting of camellias in her rooms, and says she's going to skip their Mok'Bara class because she's exhausted. Spare me, Dr. Ruth. Troi steps in and wonders if Dr. Bev had "another dream" last night. "Not exactly," Dr. Bev says, sitting down with a recently plucked (geddit?) camellia and crossing her legs under her granny nightgown and robe. "Is something wrong?" Troi asks. "Not at all," Dr. Bev smugs mysteriously. "Beverly," Troi prods, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were seeing somebody!" Dr. Bev just smiles and says, "Deanna." Troi is now convinced she's seeing someone. Dr. Bev insists that she's not "seeing" anyone, she just "met" someone. Troi announces that Dr. Bev has romantic feelings for this person and that Dr. Bev needs to realize that she can't ever fool her. Can you imagine having a friend like Troi? How fucking annoying would that be? She'd know your every mood -- including when you're annoyed that she called in the middle of The Office. Dr. Bev finally cracks and says she met Bonin. "'Bonin'?" Troi repeats and then remembers, "Your grandmother's lover?!" I wish I could explain how she flicks her lips over that word, but there's no way. Dr. Bev nods and admits that it sounds crazy but she's never met anyone like him before. She's never met anyone so... "Passionate?" Troi fills in for her, jaw still ajar. "I can see why Nana fell in love with him," Dr. Bev giggles and admits that she knows it all sounds strange. Strange? No. Sick? Twisted? Repulsive? Incestuous in a way the Dark Ages never imagined? Yes. Troi concedes that it's a bit unusual, but says she's happy for her and gets up to leave. But not before delivering a bit more ship's counselor's advice. She tells Dr. Bev that she and Bonin have both suffered a great loss so they shouldn't mistake sadness for sex. Or mourning for sex. Or a light in a lamp for sex. Or a light in a lamp giving you orgasms in front of your captain for sex. Dr. Bev thanks Troi for her advice and assures her that she's not necessarily in love, she's just intrigued. Troi raises her eyebrows and loudly terrycloths out.