Quantum sits for a moment, contemplating the sticky bun situation he's been put into, and decides the best course of action is to shove it off onto someone else. Entering the bridge, he makes a beeline for Hoshi and orders her to figure out what Malcolm's favorite food is. "Maybe this is more in Chef's area," Hoshi tries to protest. Quantum tells her this is a "delicate" situation in need of her "finesse." Go get your own shampoo, Quantum. What? Oh, fine. Never mind. Hoshi attempts to explain her workload: "Sir, I'm running a diagnostic on our sub-space transceiver array." "Get some help if you need it," Quantum tells her, "but make this a top priority. That's an order." "Yes, sir," Hoshi half-smiles. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll remember you in April on Secretaries Day, Hoshi.