Beverly takes the seat gracefully today, much more so than she would have not long ago. Setting her bowl and cup on the table in front of her, she settles into her chair, picking through the fruit for one in particular. Usually, she seems to gravitate towards either a Betazed Uttaberry or a Bajoran moba fruit. Today it's the former being pulled out and tasted first. Today the process is performed slowly, almost thoughtfully, as though she's giving Deanna time to talk before she asks.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she says kindly, her tone much more herself than it's been so far in her stay here, even previously with Deanna. "Or should I just get you another bowl of ice cream because you look like you could use it?"