Scotty suppressed the urge to sigh, and just gave Heather a sort of helpless look. He was probably worse with kids than she was. "Now look," he said, valiantly ignoring the comment about how Heather could do way better than him. "Why don't you just... run along t'the mess hall, an' tell 'em Chief Engineer Scott said you could have as much ice cream as you like." That was good, right? Kids liked ice cream.