Just a million little gods causin rain storms

[vulcan_mind]

After situating T'Pring in his quarters with a litter tray in his bathroom, food and water near his bed, he had found time to meditate for a short while. Though meditating proved to be difficult as he could not clear his mind completely. What were Christine's intentions for this evening? Spock really had no idea where the proposal for sharing

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[nurse_cchapel]

There's something to be said for spending an afternoon doing absolutely nothing and yet lots at the same time. Christine excels at this particular activity, preparing a broccoli-based casserole, a berry pie, salads, and a sheet of cookies for herself in the few short hours between her meeting with Spock and her dinner with him.

Undeniably, she's excited about it. Whether anything comes of it or not, it's going to be a good evening.

Also undeniably, he is early.

Still with a spring in her step, she crosses to the door to manually open it, smiling her most charming smile as she offers greetings. "You're early, Mister Spock."

[vulcan_mind]

"I apologize for the grievance, if I have caused any," he says curtly, bowing his head. When the door had fully opened he was surprised with the scent of multiple dishes, none of which contained meat. The corners of his mouth quirked up in the barest hint of a smile.

He waited for her to step back in before entering, and he held out the tea to her, "This is a dessert tea, I was unsure if you enjoyed tea or not." The uncertainty there isn't quite palpable, but he is definitely feeling it.

"And please, there is no need for formalities. Just call me Spock."

[nurse_cchapel]

"Actually, I quite love tea, Spock," she said with a warm smile, taking the container from his hands with only a hint of shaking nervousness in her own. "Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable."

[vulcan_mind]

"I assure you that this is a great tea, a Vulcan strain that is currently being reestablished," with another nod he steps further into her space. "Do you require any assistance?" He asks, instead of siting down.

[nurse_cchapel]

Christine sat the tea on the counter, then gestured him toward the table. It was already set with water, salad, plates, and utensils. The casserole would wait.

"No, thank you. I think we're all set." And if he doesn't sit down first, she's going to have to, and that will make her feel like a bad hostess, so he'd better.

[vulcan_mind]

"Thank you very much for this, Christine. It smells wonderful," he did sit - though not before pulling her seat out for her first. "I appreciate the effort you made in creating a vegetarian meal."

[nurse_cchapel]

She gave a nod of thanks at the chair as she sat. "It actually wasn't any effort at all," she told him, flushing a little. "I'm vegetarian myself. Unless offered seafood gumbo. That's sort of my secret weakness."

[vulcan_mind]

"I was completely unaware of that fact," his voice was honest and even a little bit surprised. It was a pleasant surprise, actually and he canted his head to the side as he considered it. Picking up his fork, he started poking at the salad before stabbing some of the vegetables on the plate and eating neatly.

[nurse_cchapel]

"Just one of many fun facts about the Head Nurse no one knows," Christine chirped, for lack of anything better to do. Really, if there was surefire way to make sure a Vulcan never paid attention to her again, she was probably excelling at it right about now. To quiet herself, she, too, started in on the salad.

[vulcan_mind]

Between bites, he set down his fork and looked at her with interest shining in his eyes. "You are incorrect - I now know of your dietary preferences," he was not turned off by her chattiness, at least not right now. He was a better listener anyway.

[nurse_cchapel]

Oh. He was still talking to her. That was wonderful. Amazing, really.

"Ah, but not all of them, just my aversion to meat and my love of gumbo," she told him, completely failing at not being teasing with him. "You don't know my favourite drinks, or desserts, or breakfast items.

[vulcan_mind]

"If you do not mind me asking so, what are your aversions to meat? Religious, or merely personal taste?" Humans fascinated him to no end - they could eat practically anything and yet chose to limit themselves. Vulcans could not physiologically digest meat.

And of course he was still talking to her. "I will just have to find out what you enjoy then, won't I?"

[nurse_cchapel]

"It's a personal taste," she replied, surprised that he was taking an interest in conversation. "I'd never been the biggest fan of eating animals I could literally drive a hundred miles up and meet. When I was fifteen, I spent a few months sick, and I didn't eat any meat then. Even when I was feeling better, I found I never really wanted to."

Dipping her head, she took a thoughtful bite of salad. "I look forward to your research methods, Spock."

[vulcan_mind]

"Fascinating," he breathed out without much forethought. He supposed that her reasons were entirely valid, not that he had thought they'd be otherwise ridiculous, and entirely unique. Like most other qualities Christine possessed.

Continuing eating, that vague smirk lit up his face at her remark, "I'll have you know that I will be thorough."

[nurse_cchapel]

If she didn't know better, that would've sounded almost... suggestive. But she knew better, so that was really just her mind wandering. "I wouldn't expect anything less," she retorted, still smiling down at her plate.

A few more forkfuls in, she paused again for conversation, looking up at Spock this time. "And how does T'Pring seem to be adjusting to your quarters?"

[vulcan_mind]

"She has taken to my living space admirably. When I left her, she was asleep on top of my desk. I will have to find her a suitable sleeping space in the near future, it seems," he said with a quirked brow.

Continuing eating, he finished most of the salad before setting his fork down. "Are you certain that you do not require any assistance?"