On the ship, Data and Geordi help the governor with his weather control systems. The snouty governor bitches about his afternoon tea being interrupted by ground tremors. It seems that there's some odd business going on with unscheduled storms in the summer, so Data and Geordi decide to investigate. I think it would be awful to have your weather so predictable and regulated -- so boring, so unnatural. And yes, I'm saying that even after an unpredicted blizzard nearly trapped us in the Sierras last week. I just think you shouldn't screw with Mother Nature -- I don't care how technologically advanced you are. The governor gets all huffy in his sage green chenille cardigan about a Caber Toss the next day that would be ruined by an unexpected downpour. Yes, it's Scottish, WE GET IT!
Carrying Nana's personal diaries, Dr. Bev tells Picard that he wouldn't believe what she's been reading about in her Nana's deepest and most personal entries. "You know she had a lover? Do you believe that? Nana was a hundred years old!" Dr. Bev squees, marveling over her aged relation's wet dreams, afternoon delights, and S&M fantasies made painfully real. Picard makes some comment about the Howard women having healthy libidos. I REALLY think there's more to being healthy than just the old lady's libido. "I certainly hope so. After all, I hope I can find a handsome young man in his thirties when I pass the century mark," Dr. Bev simps. Picard is shocked, SHOCKED. "Thirties!?" Dr. Bev confirms this and holds up a stack of diaries, saying, "His name is Ronin and he's thirty-four years old. They met just after my great-grandmother's death. I think I saw him at the funeral -- a handsome young man tossed a camellia onto her grave." Dr. Bev thinks it's weird -- since they evidently spent all their time together -- that her grandmother never mentioned him. I think Ronin sounds like a condom brand and, as appropriate as that is, I like "Bonin" better. Picard assures Dr. Bev that they're going to be orbiting the colony for awhile, so she will have time to put Nana's affairs in order. Dr. Bev thanks him and goes into her quarters. Alone in the corridor, Picard raises his eyebrow to his non-existent hairline and says, "Thirties!" He's so cute.