Tasha scrunches up her face in confusion. "Is it kind of like fairy tale true love or something?"

And then she realizes she might not want that information about one of her commanding officers and her best friend, but - again, compulsive curiosity stalked her; made her shut up, lean close, listen, maybe even believe in it (just a little).

"Whatever would help me understand," And you offload. A hand floats over to Deanna's "I'm listening."