If only he'd thought that far ahead. Just getting all their guards down so he could pull the ultimate practical joke! That's more like the Q we know and love! But no, he's sullen because he's rather appreciating the nice things about being - for the first time in his entire, long existence - liked.

Ugh.

Q heads and follows Chakotay, frowning. The cottage is cramped but pleasant, and despite how small it seemed it seemed to go on forever, with all sorts of nooks and crannies--easy places to get lost, and easy places to hide. But what was the point in sulking if nobody could see you do it?

"You cooked all of this? Absolutely nothing replicated?"