Quantum's Quarters. T'Pol walks in to show Quantum a piece of party barf (tm Sis of Ace) they found accumulating on the outer hull of the ship. It's mostly composed of iron ions and stuff they can't identify, and it took multiple phase cannon blasts to dislodge it. Maybe Enterprise needs a Waterpik? Quantum slaps the party barf on his table, and a coffee cup smashes into it. As an afterthought, T'Pol points out that it's highly magnetic. The danger is negligible at this time, which, of course, can only mean that it will become life-threatening in a matter of days. Quantum notes that the longer they stay put with no engines, the more party barf will accumulate. Not if they give the hull a daily swish of Listerine, it won't. But for effectiveness, the hull would have to hold it for thirty seconds. And that's a bitch. Although, if they put out for that new orange flavor, it's not supposed to be that intense. Personally? I think it looks like that Orange Glo stuff that the OxyClean guy's always shouting at you to clean your entire house with. T'Pol wonders if Quantum has made up his mind about turning the Mozzarella Ball into Trip. "I approved it," Quantum barks. T'Pol questions whether he realizes that the Mozzarella Ball Prime Conclave has banned the procedure as very, very bad. Quantum doesn't answer to the Mozzarella Ball Prime Conclave. T'Pol reminds him that they'll be growing a sentient being on the ship, only to harvest its stem cell anvils. Quantum's aware of all that, but they have a major mission going on and they need Trip to complete that major mission. If they weren't in the Expanse, things might be different. Well, yeah. Trip wouldn't have been knocked off the drive by an explosion brought about by issues in the Expanse. Quantum adds, "Earth needs Enterprise. Enterprise needs Trip." Trip needs Mozzarella Ball. Mozzarella Ball needs fresh basil, tomatoes, and olive oil. Do you get where we're going with this, T'Pol? Good.