Little peppermint pinwheels. A classic that, presumably, still graces the candy dishes of enough women of a certain age in the 24th century for the replicators to know what Eleanor meant.

She's used to abrupt dismissals from her mother, so this doesn't strike her as out of the ordinary at all. People get the information they need, and that's that--very efficient.

So Eleanor resumes shuffling around, contemplating the shuttlecraft and the journey ahead.