SHE SMILES, lifting the tribble up to press her cheek to it’s soft fur. the sound of cooing increases, and she SIGHS. her gaze is light ( TEASING ) as she rests it upon him with a mildly ARCHED brow. “ I CAN name a few other beings on this ship who do a lot of eating and noise making, and none of them are nearly HALF AS CUTE. “