Alabama Picard had just shared her big, luscious tomatoes with the crew on the bridge, and was on her way back to the lab when she ran into Evil Storvik. She had never spoken much with the alternate universe Vulcan before, but decided to be friendly. She was in a good mood, after all. "So," she said, violating the Vulcan's personal space with a big hug, "what do you think of my tomatoes? Want to grab one or two?" "Ex…cuse me?" he asked, appearing a bit uncharacteristically flustered. He was familiar with some human slang as far as sexual innuendoes go, from serving on two separate ships name Murgatroid; but he was unsure of what this particular query meant. Was she questioning his heterosexuality? What did she know? Certainly, in his right mind (and at appropriate multi-year intervals), he prefered to "grab tomatoes". This most recent pon farr was strictly an anomaly, he was sure, and… Alabama wasn't sure why the Vulcan was standing there, uncomfortably locked into some form of internal dialog. Maybe he didn't like tomatoes? She knew that Captain Storvik sometimes had problems with acid reflux, so it only made sense that the other Storvik might, too. Fortunately, tomatoes were not the only fruit which she had available. "If you don't like tomatoes," she offered, "how would you like a big banana?" Evil Storvik paled and, without saying another word, turned and moved away in an un-Vulcan-like hurry. Alabama Picard shrugged, and continued on her way. "I'll pick up another batch and bring them to sickbay," she said to herself. "I know Mib Khan loves to get his hands on some juicy tomatoes, although I think he prefers them green these days."
Alabama Picard had just shared her big, luscious tomatoes with the crew on the bridge, and was on her way back to the lab when she ran into
Evil Storvik. She had never spoken much with the alternate universe Vulcan before, but decided to be friendly. She was in a good mood, after all. "So," she said, violating the Vulcan's personal space with a big hug, "what do you think of my tomatoes? Want to grab one or two?"
"Ex…cuse me?" he asked, appearing a bit uncharacteristically flustered. He was familiar with some human slang as far as sexual innuendoes go, from serving on two separate ships name Murgatroid; but he was unsure of what this particular query meant. Was she questioning his heterosexuality? What did she know? Certainly, in his right mind (and at appropriate multi-year intervals), he prefered to "grab tomatoes". This most recent pon farr was strictly an anomaly, he was sure, and…
Alabama wasn't sure why the Vulcan was standing there, uncomfortably locked into some form of internal dialog. Maybe he didn't like tomatoes? She knew that Captain
Storvik sometimes had problems with acid reflux, so it only made sense that the other Storvik might, too. Fortunately, tomatoes were not the only fruit which she had available. "If you don't like tomatoes," she offered, "how would you like a big banana?"
Evil Storvik paled and, without saying another word, turned and moved away in an un-Vulcan-like hurry.
Alabama Picard shrugged, and continued on her way. "I'll pick up another batch and bring them to sickbay," she said to herself. "I know
Mib Khan loves to get his hands on some juicy tomatoes, although I think he prefers them green these days."
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