Counsellor A'Troi shook her head and sighed. She'd done such a good job..it seemed noone needed to pour their heart out to her anymore. Oh sure, when they visited the Pleasure Temples in the holodeck things went just the way they programmed them, but who soothed their troubled brows, egos, and various body parts after they'd spent a few weeks of Romp and Rowdy on the Planet Formerly Known as Prints, now known galaxy-wide as Hedonia? Was she reduced to this? This archaic mixing of potions and dispensing of dollops for sleep inducement? Which reminded her, she really had to clean up the evidence. In her haste to get to the Tavern, she'd left out the Terran mortal and pestle and packet of verdant substances. She knew she'd have to harvest more lemon balm from her Secret Garden, but no one must know! Contra Band and Dance were strictly forbidden as Relpi-Herb was supposed to provide her with all materials. Humph! He did a lousy job, never had the scents right, lemon smelled ghastly like rue; mint like that vile black stuff the Throwbacks were always demanding...ah, well....if what she sensed was correct, perhaps she'd soon have her hands full of weaving to do, mending the tears of the fabric of individual souls as well as those of the Time Continuum...only Time would tell.