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One glance between them is enough to signify that they need to talk about the latest meeting. "Not here," Riker says. "Come to my quarters tonight for dinner where we won't get disturbed." Ten Forward is very out with so many of their guests spending all of their waking hours there. He has one or two alterior motives for wanting to keep it private. He walks away with one of those smiles before she has a chance to protest.

Thanks to the latest communication from Starfleet, he's a little preoccupied by the time dinner rolls around. He does remember to switch the music on moments before she arrives and set two wines glasses down on the table. There is no reason that they can't mix business with a little pleasure.