ENTERPRISE, 2152

Hoshi stormed into Malcolm's quarters.

"You slime! You told them about my shirt!"

Reed raised his hands.

"Hoshi, I've neither told, nor written it down. Fact is, I was glad to be rid of that bra my cousins snuck into my things as a joke."

She shook her head.

"You must have told! Look what Tucker cooked up for the ship's pot luck."

Reed then asked a question.

"Hoshi, did you truly read this list, or merely glance at it?"

"Well, I think what it says is pretty obvious. Err--why?"

"Because this says Mister Tucker is serving *Hush* Puppies."