Sick bay. Our favorite alien doctor marvels at Ensign Junk Food's skin and how it heals so resiliently. Captain Quantum, who doesn't seem to share the same skin fixation, asks if he can speak to Junk Food. Dr. Phlox says yes, but that Junk Food won't make much sense. Especially right before dinner. The Doc asks Cpt. Quantum if he's ever heard of tropolisine. Cpt. Quantum says, "I think I dated his sister at the academy." But, no. It's actually a psychotropic compound with hallucinogenic effects. No wonder folks are so determined to get into the space program. Phlox says their sensor might not have picked it up because it was in a flower. Reed is in the scene, it turns out, and he stands there with his prissy little arms over his prissy little chest. "Perhaps it wasn't there until that damn wind started," Reed says, and Cpt. Quantum signals to him that he's got a little prissy on his shoulder and he should brush it off. Phlox says Ensign Junk Food should be okay in three or four hours. "Will this tropo --" Quantum begins, but of course he can't pronounce the word. Phlox corrects him. "Will it affect T'Pol as well?" Quantum asks. Phlox says maybe more, maybe less. Ooh, I'm thinking wild Vulcan woman!