Discussion in 'Enterprise' started by LeadHead, Jul 11, 2012.
Mary Reed [on monitor]: The Reeds have been navy men for generations.
STUART REED: Until Malcolm decided to join Starfleet. I suppose the ocean wasn't big enough for him.
Archer: He's a long way from home in any case, Mister Reed. I'd like to do something special for his birthday, make him a special dinner. I was hoping you could tell me what he likes to eat.
Mary Reed [on monitor]: Captain, Malcolm's never been comfortable making requests.
Archer: I'm not sure I understand.
Stuart Reed [on monitor]: He always ate whatever was put in front of him.
ARCHER: Are you saying he doesn't have a favourite food?
Mary Reed [on monitor]: Not that he's ever told me.
ARCHER: Well, if you happen to think of anything, you can always contact me through Starfleet.
Mary Reed [on monitor]: Give Malcolm our best.
Archer: I will.
STUART REED [on monitor]: Safe journey, Captain.
Hoshi: How'd it go?
ARCHER: Could have gone better. Apparently, he hasn't called home since we left Earth. I want you to find out what he likes to eat.
Hoshi: Me, Sir?
Archer: But don't let Malcolm know.
HOSHI: Maybe this is more in Chef's area.
Archer: We're talking about a delicate assignment, Hoshi. It needs your finesse.
HOSHI: Sir, I'm running a diagnostic on our subspace transceiver array.
Archer: Ger some help if you need it, but make this a top priority. That's an order.
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