So the Ensign wiggles onto the bridge and informs me that the Admiral wants me to entertain the Romulan ambassador, until the flag ship arrives. They got hung up by a Betazoid time consciousnees conundrum convention..
Anyway, I decided to get even with the the Ba$^ards over some bad Ale I recieved in the past...
"No BBQ tonight. It's tribble tacos with extra hot sauce. Maybe some insaniy sauce in his portion of the butt burner salsa. And serve that last bad ale we have. He'll be GLAD to be on that fancy flagship by the time it gets here. The negotiations should go quick. Plan the meal for about 4 hours before the USS Big Ass Saucer arrives."