*Love stands frustrated as it seems she's let the passcode slip her mind.*

"Eh...access Beta-four....no..... hmm.... Access: Identify Love Beta four eight zero nine."

"Access granted. Welcome Ms. Love."

"Finally..."

*She enters and goes to the closet. Opening it to find it extremely neat beyond reason. Each uniform hung perfectly, spaced one inch apart from the other. She gazes down to find several different pairs of shoes, each perfectly polished with laces tucked into them. She finds a traveling bag and lies it on the bed. Carefully she takes out his perfect dress uniform and folds it with utmost care. She neatly tucks it away before gathering a few more daily uniforms and packing those too. She proceeds to the bathroom and grabs a prepacked kit of basic toiletries. Packing it all neatly in the bag she exits the room and heads towards the docking bay.*

*Enters her room, rather in a hurry. She opens a small duffle bag on the bed and begins to pack. She neatly folds two outfits, a dress for special occassions, and packs them. Moving to the bathroom, she gathers various toiletries and packs those as well. She leaves the room with her pack and heads down the corridor to Admiral Vorak's quarters.*

"Computer, access; Identify: Paris Love."

"Access denied...."

"This could be a problem..."

*grumbles*

"No, I do not deem it inappropriate. You're simply asking for my help; it is my employment now, so I intend to do so. I'll stop at my quarters and pack, then do the same at yours. Do you require a dress uniform, any special clothing, or items...? Medication for example. And I'd imagine your quarters have restricted access, might I aquire the passcode?"

*turns to Mr. Kor*

"Yes. Thank you. I believe I've found a new favorite restaurant."

*collectively shakes her head*

"What's life without a few minor risks?"

*turns to Mr. Kor*

"I'll have the Heart of Targ, if you please. Quite possibly a refill when you have the opportunity as well."

*sips her tea as he says this.*

"When are you due? I'll accompany you desire so."

*checks her watch*

1930 hours

"Well, I had come to study to be a starfleet officer a few months ago, but I lost all interest. Seems it's not as challenging as the schooling my parents put me through as a child. Hopefully my father will not be too disappointed, he really has it set in his mind that I would become a very respectful starfleet officer, althought being your aid might suit him just as well."

*Ponders whether they should simply pick a table or wait to be seated by a hostess.*

"No, I'm quite full, I do not desire dessert. The hour has not yet reached 2000 hours, but if I wish to accompany you, I'll need to pack a couple of things to stay overnight.

And if you desire, we might go to operations to get my requested padd/planner device, and ask that all messages that you receive while on the Rivendell be forwarded to it. Would you ask that I, from this point, take all calls for you and record your planned daily activities? For a reminder, of course. I also offer that I could possibly type up any unconfidential documents or memos upon request; Perhaps you'd enjoy eating in your office if too preoccupied with work to visit a restaurant.

I am your personal assistant, Admiral, those suggested aidings have barely scratched the surface, I'm capable of much more; is there anything in particular you'd ask me to do? Feel free to."

*Inhales the aroma of the freshly prepared food.*

"Delectable. Thank you, Mr. Kor."

*Wonders how one goes about eating it....*

OFF: FACE FIRST!

"Yes, I cannot truthfully say that I have the strongest of stomaches, I must carefully watch what I eat."

As they board the turbolift:

"Yes, it is enough time. You wish me to draft a speech? I'd gladly do so were I to know the message you wish to convey, and the audience you'd present to. I'd imagine to occupants of the station at DS 20, correct? Shall I do what you asked then draft one onboard?"

*Love exits at crew quarter levels while Vorak exits later at station Ops.*

"Thank you, Admiral. It's not a matter of the academy being too difficult, but rather too easy...(OFF: that and people never posting in there.) I had hoped to skip all that, it seemed to be an irrational waste of my time. But yes, your offered position will suit me perfectly...although there is the matter of explaination to my father..."

*Takes the pulled out seat as she says this.*

"I apologize for bringing up such a dire loss for you. Shall we go now?"

*Love does the same; trying a small bite, she's surprised at the spicy, yet familiar taste...*

"Awkward...It seems as if I've tasted this before."

*She sips her tea*

"Admiral, I'm sure you have quite the number of interesting tales of your younger years; would you mind sharing a few? I must admit, I'm quite curious as to how you worked your way up to flag admiral. It's not an easy task, especially for a Vulcan who has just aged...what is it, 84? You're still quite young."

*sips her tea once more before continuing to eat in a mannerly fashion*

"No, I am unfamiliar with Klingon foods, which is most unfortunate with my situation; I cannot decide. What would you recommend?"

"Thankyou, but I'll have the tea myself."

*turns back to Vorak*

"I must say, secretary work will be quite different from what I was preparing myself for. I had hope to possibly get a position on one of Avalon's ships. Yet another ship leaves without me aboard. The Rivendell is launching today, correct?"