Momma thinks I've lost it.
Prunes. I want prunes. (Said in my best zombie voice, of course.)
Specifically, I want prune juice.
Hey, if it's good enough for Worf (and I suspect Guinan) it's good enough for me.
|Prunes ... they're not just for breakfast anymore.|
(Guinan brings a glass to Worf's table)
Guinan: All right. Try this.
Worf: What is it?
Guinan: Just try it.
(He does, and his face lights up)
Guinan: You see? It's an Earth drink. Prune juice.
Worf: A warrior's drink.
Guinan: You know, you're always drinking alone. It wouldn't hurt you to seek out a little companionship.
Worf: I would require a Klingon woman for companionship. Earth females are too fragile.
Guinan: Not all of them. There are a few on this ship that would find you tame.
Guinan: You never know till you try.
Worf: Then I will never know.
Worf: I was merely concerned for the safety of my crewmates
Guinan: Drink your prune juice.
|Drink your prune juice. Or else.|
By the way, I really, really want one of Guinan's costumes. This one is a nice plummy color.
Any seamstresses out there who feel up to the challenge?