Eliot realized belatedly that he didn't actually know how to do a date properly. When was the last time he'd been on a... okay, no, do not think about Mike. But certainly not on the ship. He'd ended up talking to one of his coworkers in Ten Forward the next morning about it, and she was delighted and offered to help. Leave it to her, she said. She was a bit of a romantic lately because she'd just gotten engaged to an ensign in engineering.

So Eliot decided to trust her, and after work focused on something he felt more confident in: finding something to wear. A lavender shirt, midnight blue brocade waistcoat, coral tie. Eyeliner. A violet tucked behind his ear. He did feel better, actually. It was no crown, but...

He arrived promptly at the door where he'd left Fawn the night before, and knocked.