Worf has decided that he wants to marry Jadzia. After getting advice from Will Riker, he is about to pop the question.
Guest Poster: Jadzia Dax
Worfie has been acting very furtive in the last couple of days.
All of a sudden he decides that the two of us will have dinner in our quarters tonight, and asks me to dress up formally.
He's also asked Alexander to go and see the film Robin Hod, a film about a bricklayer who steals bricks from the rich and hives to the poor twice over.
"What's going on, Worfie?" I ask, "I can always tell when you're up to something, as you usually say something like 'I'll tell you later'".
"I'll tell you later." he quickly replies, "Just be ready at 20:00 in a beautiful dress."
He vanishes out, and I go to look in my dress cupboard.
A few hours later, I return to my quarters. Soft music is playing in the background. Well, sort of soft. It happens to be Klingon festive music that is usually played at celrbratory times. In the background, warriors occasionally cheer.
Worf enters, carrying a huge bunch of flowers. Now Worfie and flowers are not two things I thought I'd ever say in the same sentence.
We sit and eat quietly. Worfie looks at me carefully, then stands up suddenly just as I'm having my bowl of gagh, which are live Klingon serpent worms. The shock of his movement nearly makes me choke on a serpent.
"This cannot go on any longer!" he exclaims, "I must say what I have to say."
"What is it, Worfie?" I say, although I have an inkling of what is going on.
"Jadzia Dax." he tells me, holding a box, opening it and showing a beautiful ring, "I wish you to become my official mate....I mean bride. Will you do me the honour?
I get up, smile, and kiss him.
"I thought you'd never ask, Worfie." I tell him, "I'm looking forward to the wedding."