It's official, I'm in love and I'm not even in season so I know it has to be real. But more on that later.

Great Goddess, Demian needs my help. He's coming along nicely as a father, but he still needs some prefab kits to get him by. Let's see, a dietary menu should be easy to find, I have a few on file. I'll rig it so I receive a report on what he's feeding them and compare it to the triplet's general health until I can determine the best mix. Now for toys, I simply cannot believe Mister Tempres is letting an infant play with a phaser. A few hand me downs would be appropriate here, and a few replicants. Balls if string, check. Rubber mice, check. Teething toys, check. Activity mobiles, check. Pouncing toys, check. Bubble blower, check. Interactive bird pouncing trainer, check. Goldfish bowl mesmerizer, check. Motorized rabbit, check. Claw mitts, strike that. Oh well, these should keep those cubs busy for hours.

About New California, this planet is whacked. The cops carry around transmogrifiers and deal out "justice" without the benefit of a trial. Case in point: a man who merely stood accused of looking at a woman's butt, and an overwhelming force of police placed a helmet on his head and performed that perverse alchemy that serves to explain the pig headed people on the space station. Someone in the Federation upper echelons needs to hear of this. I'll ask my brother to mention it when he makes his upcoming diplomatic junket. He'll be incensed I'm sure.

Now about Milton Dammers. The Goddess' voice is clear and she has laid a challenge before me. She made circumstances so that I would learn the skills of a healer. She had me scourged in the same fashion Milton had undergone throughout his life. It would strike me as no surprise if there is an evil woman in his past too. She put Milton in a safe place to await my preparations. Then She brought us together.

But he's in so much pain. How am I to help if he responds to my advances with rage and fear? I'm trying to listen to my heart and follow the feeling in my liver but everything I know is wrong. My dance repulsed him, my purr scared him, my flirtations alarm him and my most ladylike behavior… I might well have been talking to a wall.

But was I listening to him? Is that the key? That fishing trip is going to have to wait, I don't think his psyche is up to watching me claw a fish out of the air and kill it with my teeth. He said, "he's still terrified of me touching him." What about if I make it so he is the one touching me? Getting familiar with me? Learning about me? This doesn't call for any special dress, any special dance. It only calls for a brush. My brush. My brush and a safe place to let him use it.

The holodecks record all activity, so I'll book time. I'll prepare a tea ceremony. He asked about my father's wtsai, I'll bring it with me in its sheath, and place it on a little stand like how Mister Yoshida kept his Lotus Petal and Little Lotus. I'll take the holo of Mister Yoshida's gazebo, and make it representative of me. We'll have tea and I'll play my harp, and I'll ask him to brush my back beside a pool filled with bright koi.

I'll show Milton who I am, so he won't have to be afraid any more.