He was behaving himself, and Kathryn wasn't sure whether to interpret that sort of behavior (or lack thereof) as alarming or not. Q was not a docile entity; she knew that well in spite of how close she'd grown to him. Certainly he wasn't playing nice with her crew and the boys from the Enterprise just for her. Of course he wasn't. There was something else to this, and she'd gone from keeping a casual distance to actively keeping tabs on his location throughout the cottage as the night progressed.

It's in the kitchen that she finally siddled up to him, the first time she'd put herself within two meters of him since this get together began.

"What, no fireworks?"