Mail Funny, Meet Fandom Funny
I can't decide if it's more disconcerting to know that two ambassadors live on my route, or to have seen both of them in their dressing gowns. Then I imagine Soval receiving an urgent communique from a courier, rather early in the morning. He's only half dressed and, despite being Vulcan, he has old man paunch and his hair is sticking up at odd angles. He holds the data padd an arm length away, trying to read it, while arguing with a hidden person over where they shall go for lunch that day. His grand-children are running around him, one attempting to shoot the other with a water gun and Soval pauses, in the midst of signing, to explain that, no, one cannot eat ice cream for breakfast. Of course, Soval is a fictional character but I can't very well tell you anything about real ambassadors.