[Indeed, it was not every day that the Vulcan was able to return for lunch with the human James Kirk. Today there happened to be quizzes which, being a Vulcan, were finished quickly and accurately, leaving him with no further required time spent in his class periods. Thus: lunch date was on.
Spock is finishing with the precise placement of silverware beside plates upon the table when the knocking sounds. Dark eyes drift over to Jim at the exact moment the captain speaks.]
Yes, Jim, [he acknowledges the other and picks up a bottle from the table as he moves to the door. He had already inquired as to the necessity of a suggestion of peace between Starfleet companions and was informed it had to do with "stress" and "Vulcan logic." As ever, human beings were an odd species. A twist of the knob and then Spock is looking up at a dark-haired man, faintly familiar in the recollection of his mindmeld with Jim some time ago; by a tiny glimpse, Spock knew he would know this man in his own future.]
Greetings, Dr. McCoy. [The small boy holds the bottled peace offering a short way in front of himself.] Jim has assured me you will be requiring this liquid.
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Spock is finishing with the precise placement of silverware beside plates upon the table when the knocking sounds. Dark eyes drift over to Jim at the exact moment the captain speaks.]
Yes, Jim, [he acknowledges the other and picks up a bottle from the table as he moves to the door. He had already inquired as to the necessity of a suggestion of peace between Starfleet companions and was informed it had to do with "stress" and "Vulcan logic." As ever, human beings were an odd species.
A twist of the knob and then Spock is looking up at a dark-haired man, faintly familiar in the recollection of his mindmeld with Jim some time ago; by a tiny glimpse, Spock knew he would know this man in his own future.]
Greetings, Dr. McCoy. [The small boy holds the bottled peace offering a short way in front of himself.] Jim has assured me you will be requiring this liquid.