PART C

	On the Holodeck, Seven orders: "Computer, make the following modifications to holodeck file Seven of Nine alpha-three personal quarters." Computer: "Modifications complete." Seven: "Begin program."
	The holoprogram begins. It is Seven's personal quarters. Lighting is low and there is soft music in the background.

As Seven goes to the mirror to examine herself in her dress, she hears holo-Chakotay's voice: "You look perfect." She turns.

He is trying to open a bottle of wine. "Give me a hand with this?" Seven goes up to him: "I'm surprised your Starfleet training didn't include cork extraction." Holo-Chakotay: "I must've been sick that day." Between them they cannot open the wine. "Looks like wine's off the menu."

	Seven: "Unless you brought a phaser." Holo-Chakotay: "Never on the first date."
	Seven: "Assist me." He removes his jacket and goes over to the work counter where Seven tells him: "Slice these vegetables transversely in 5 millimetre intervals." Holo-Chakotay: "Aye, aye."

	As he chops, he remarks: "That smells delicious." Seven: "Our appetiser is braised leeks. Primary course: rack of lamb with wild rice."
	Holo-Chakotay: "No dessert?" Seven: "Dessert will be a surprise." Holo-Chakotay: "I can't wait."

Seven: "Does this contain enough sodium chloride for your taste?" Holo-Chakotay: "Could use another .6 milligrams, but you're the chef." Seven: "I concur. More salt."

	Holo-Chakotay: "Liszt." Seven: "Chopin. I've discovered that classical music has intriguing mathematical properties."
	Holo-Chakotay: "Do you play an instrument?" Seven: "The Doctor's been giving me piano lessons." Holo-Chakotay: "I'd love to hear you play." Seven: "I require more practice."

She observes his work. "Your technique is flawed." Holo-Chakotay stops chopping. "Sorry, I'm a replicator man."

Seven: "Use your left hand to guide the food. Observe closely." But as she demonstrates she notices that holo-Chakotay is looking at her. "Pay attention to the vegetable." Holo-Chakotay: "You're beautiful when you're chopping."

She moves away to try and open the wine again. He follows. "I don't mean to sound like an old holonovel, but you've got a wonderful smile." Seven: "It wasn't a smile. It was a smirk." Holo-Chakotay: "Oh no, it was a smile. I could check the internal sensors if you'd like."

Seven: "Remain still."

Gently she traces the contours of his face. "You have an intriguing facial structure." Holo-Chakotay: "I'll take that as a compliment."

Seven: "I require more practice."
Holo-Chakotay: "You're doing just fine."

A tiny alarm sound is heard for a moment, alerting Seven. "What's wrong?" Seven decides to ignore the alarm. "Nothing."