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It is time to celebrate with kisses!

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Mm. Kisses.

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And then it is time to get out of Dodge. Well, the system.

"It's about time I visited Renée," observes Isabella, peering at her calendar.
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"Are you going to tell her about your alien concubine?" he asks mischievously.

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"Does my alien concubine wish to meet my mother?"

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"Sure," he laughs. "As long as we lie to her about where I came from."

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"As long as I tell her how we met, I do not think she'll pry."

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"Well, you can let her have that much, then."

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"I expect she will think it is cute."

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"In that case, I think I think she's cute," he giggles.

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"I believe you and Renée will get along."

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"Good!"

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Isabella plots a course for Earth. "My mother sometimes calls me 'Bella'. I do not prefer it, but I allow it from her; I would prefer you did not adopt the habit."

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"Okay," he says agreeably.

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Flying flying flying.

They're on the edges of Federation space - Isabella cannot venture too far afield, or her Prometheused planets will run into Klingons or Romulans or similar before they run into Starfleet, but she does have to go a ways to get anywhere that meets her criteria. The trip will take four days. Surely they can find ways to occupy themselves.

He could carry on teaching her Klingon, for example.
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Yes!

Also, they can have more sex.
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There is room for both of those things on a four-day trip.

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Perfect.

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Quite.

Isabella docks at one of the stations orbiting Earth, and refuels so she doesn't have to do it after having decided it's time to leave the Solar system. And then they can both head to the shuttlebay and board a craft that will take them right to Phoenix. All very convenient.
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Very extremely convenient! Look how convenient. This amount of convenience should be celebrated. With hugs.

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The other passengers on the shuttle sure think they're cute.

Renée is there to meet them at the port. She hugs Isabella. "Welcome home, my Bella, how have you been, is this your young man?"

"This is Lalita," says Isabella, leaving aside the question of his youth. "Lalita, this is my mother Renée."
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"It's a pleasure to meet you," he says, smiling.

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Renée hugs him too. "Likewise! Now how did you catch my Bella's eye?"

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"Oh, the usual," he says. "Distress signal in deep space, she was the first to respond... do you want to tell the rest, darling?"

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"I was on survey, and I got his signal that his engine was misbehaving, and I could not tow his ship but I could take him back to Betazed," says Isabella, turning a little green at 'darling'. "And we enjoyed each other's company." She coughs. "Mother, on a subject I dearly hope you will not solicit details about - if you are ever, as my next of kin, consulted about my characteristics for medical reasons, the date of my first pon farr relative to the Earth calendar is June 28, 2269."

"Oh. Oh my," says Renée. "All right. So you went to Betazed."

"And his ship was retrieved but would not admit of repair, and so it now belongs to a museum and Lalita keeps me company on my surveys."
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