Good thing my wife heard this before it was posted. I almost managed a grotesquely stupid oversight in the span of a hundred words.

As it is… I like it.

“Tinkling Belles”

By Joseph Manno

B’Elanna Torres was hungry, but the prospects for a meal weren’t promising: She’d claimed the side of their cell with the head, but Parihn had the food station.

Well, maybe I can’t eat, but neither can she—not unless she plans to relieve herself on the floor.

She’ll negotiate, the Klingon thought, while using the facilities herself.

When she emerged, though, her sensitive nose detected…

Oh, no.

“You peed in that!”

Parihn placed said cup in the replicator.

“Urine, leftovers… it doesn’t know the difference.”

The Orion grinned wickedly.

“I figure your drinking choices are the sink… or the toilet.”