"I'm not sure where to start," she says ruefully. "All the weddings I've been to have been diplomatic functions. I was there to guard or show Starfleet's support. The colony had people who were committed ot one another." Her eyes grow distant for a moment. "Sometimes...Rarely...it even -" She laces her fingers together. "Worked. There was affection there." Then, Tasha shrugs. "On Vulcan, the weddings are almost always arranged and ritualized. It just wasn't something for me."

Troi gets the sense that the Vulcans made that call; not her.

"Not all weddings on Betazed are arranged though, right? I mean your father was human."