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"Our children", Worf whispered in her ear, "will be glorious."

"Okay," Jadzia yawned, fighting the remnants of sleep, "settle down. This is only our third real date. The holodeck doesn't count."

"I will teach them the traditions of their ancestors, so that they may stand with pride among the generation born in the stars."

"Too early," she muttered into her pillow.

"You are not taking this seriously."

"Okay, fine. I'm sure whatever children you-"

"You and I."

"-I know you'll raise them to be proud Klingons."

"Borscht."

"...what?"

"My mother's recipe. It must be honored."

Jazia went back to sleep.