Seven sits on a biobed, arms folded with visible disapproval. The Doctor hums nearby, adjusting a console.

“He insists on conducting an ‘emotional response calibration’ under controlled conditions.”

She lifts an eyebrow as the Doctor’s holographic emitter flickers.

“He believes I require stimuli to ‘provoke genuine laughter.’ I informed him that humor is subjective. He disagreed.”

A faint sigh.

“I am awaiting the punchline.”