“Lt. Troi-Riker, report to transporter room one.” She shook her head, but left to report to the transporter room. 

"Oh my dear, I came as soon as I heard," she spoke as she stepped off the transport pad. The sympathy in her voice was thick, but genuine. However the sadness she was feeling was kept behind barrier, her granddaughter was exuding enough of her own to fill the tiny room. Lwaxana knew far too many of life's tragedies, but she had always hoped that her granddaughter would be spared them. Even though she very much doubted that would ever be the case. The people that were the closest to her had a tendency to attract these sorts of things.

“Mrs. Troi, I didn’t say anything!” Picard groaned and tactfully avoided Lwaxana’s piercing gaze. 

“That’s the beauty of it. With me, you’ll never have to say what you want to say.” She paused and beamed at him once more before speaking again. “Dinner later? I won’t take no for an answer, I’m here so infrequently.”

😠 - Angry

“I’m pregnant." 

Lwaxana Troi: I can swim.

~Mother, I told you, I’m not so little anymore.~ She chided before standing from her desk and walking out the door. Fortunately, she had no more appointments, so she could afford to meet her mother at the transporters. If she could get there in time. Hopefully, she could get there before the poor Captain was forced to greet the Ambassador himself. She always did try to spare Jean-Luc her mother’s playful teasing. ~You should have called, it may take time before they can arrange quarters for you.~

‘Nonsense, I'm an Ambassador, these things never take time,’ she brushed off the subtle admonishment from her daughter. ‘Besides, it's not all pleasure. I have business to attend to and your ship was simply the closest one, a more convenient transport for all of us.’ All of us of course included herself and those she was meeting. The ship, her Captain, and her daughter remained at the mercy of her presence, her requests and Starfleet's orders. ‘And as for that Captain of yours, Jean-Luc will be thrilled. I can hear the internal cries from here.’

Concept shamelessly stolen from this post and honestly all the things in that post deserve to be drawn

“Even us non-shape-shifters have to change who we are once in a while.“