"What, like a funeral?" Fatima asked, going down the same line of reasoning. "I'm not sure that would help. Funerals are depressing and we're already pretty messed up."
A pause.
"Although..."
It was right in front of her really. Her answer to all grief back home. She'd even indulged in the same vice in Zelien. And if there were real alcohol on the Enterprise, no doubt she'd be drunk all the time.
"Maybe a wake?" she said thoughtfully. She was half-Irish, after all. But no. No, no. Her eyes lit up. "Or a party! Some big send off! A way to blow off steam! Like, New Orleans style!"
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A pause.
"Although..."
It was right in front of her really. Her answer to all grief back home. She'd even indulged in the same vice in Zelien. And if there were real alcohol on the Enterprise, no doubt she'd be drunk all the time.
"Maybe a wake?" she said thoughtfully. She was half-Irish, after all. But no. No, no. Her eyes lit up. "Or a party! Some big send off! A way to blow off steam! Like, New Orleans style!"