Sick Bay. Trip and Phlox examine the microscope. Pheezil walks in, and she and Phlox lean over Trip to sniff one another. Trip averts his eyes. Phlox hopes he won't have to wait four more years to see her again, and Pheezil reminds him that the other wives would like to get a piece of him as well. "Commander Tucker assures me he'll keep your beautiful microscope in perfect running order," Phlox says. "As his doctor, I hope you'll keep Commander Tucker in perfect running order. Perhaps that will motivate me to visit more often," Pheezil says, looking like she's about to sniff Trip. Phlox hums suggestively and says, "It's a shame you two didn't get to...know each other better." Trip tries to put an end to this double-entendre-laden talk by saying he's gotta get back to the warp engine: "The plasma is running a little hot." "I know how it pheels," Pheezil purrs. Phlox hums again. I think the Corned Beef Slash is ready now -- anyone up for a sandwich? Trip makes a strained face and says, "Pleasure meeting you," to Pheezil. He leaves. Both Phlox and Pheezil watch his ass go. "Humans!" Phlox snorts, and they both go into gales of laughter.