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Circle dug, Sulu slowly started to leverage the plant out of the ground with his trowel. “No, there’s the lack of any sort of fern-analog, just a jump from spores to seeds without any of the simpler vascular plants you’d expect to see-“ The sample slipped as he lifted it from the ground, and suddenly Kirk’s hands were there, steadying the clump of soil and roots.
“Easy,” Kirk said as they gently moved the plant over to the sample container. “So, a big jump from fungi or whatever to spermatophytes…”
Sulu looked up sharply from maneuvering the plant to see Kirk’s easy grin a foot away. “I wouldn’t have expected you to be able to get that word out with a straight face, Captain. Which is why I didn’t ever mention the term.”
The grin flared brighter. “I do read the damn mission briefings and status updates, Hikaru. Kinda part of the job of being captain. But watching you geek out about botany is-“ He waved a hand vaguely. “Cute.”
“And Omicron?” Sulu countered, eyes narrowed.
“Okay, look, no one’s perfect, right? And I swear, they looked exactly like fried shrimp -“
“Shut up, Jim,” Sulu said, kissing him lightly as they placed the plant in the sampling case.
“You’ve got a spot of dirt on your cheek,” Kirk said a few moments later, in what a neutral bystander might call a helpful tone. Sulu knew better.
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