It seems he is to be closed out of the kitchen entirely - seeing how effectively his protests were dealt with last time, he goes to see what sort of radio stations they might have around here rather than trying that battle again.
Bizarrely, the stations seem to be the ones he remembers from San Francisco - a mix of popular music with a disproportionally high number of Spanish-language stations, the rare talk radio, the occasional jazz or classical station.
He settles on one of the more eclectic stations, the one a nurse at StarFleet General got him listening to during long overnight shifts - they play anything and everything, depending on the DJ's mood.
That done, he settles back into the nest of pillows, trying to find the best position to ignore his body's complaints.
Less than twenty-four hours into recovery, and he's already decidedly tired of the low-grade ache.
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Bizarrely, the stations seem to be the ones he remembers from San Francisco - a mix of popular music with a disproportionally high number of Spanish-language stations, the rare talk radio, the occasional jazz or classical station.
He settles on one of the more eclectic stations, the one a nurse at StarFleet General got him listening to during long overnight shifts - they play anything and everything, depending on the DJ's mood.
That done, he settles back into the nest of pillows, trying to find the best position to ignore his body's complaints.
Less than twenty-four hours into recovery, and he's already decidedly tired of the low-grade ache.