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[mindmeld]

If there was, and it is doubtful, they left no trace behind.

[ But that is an intriguing possibility. There are histories Spock has yet to read, poetry left behind - maybe a project for another day.

If they still have such records. ]

You are fishing for compliments, Jim. You know very well your cooking is more than acceptable. [ He is not going to actually say it is good and wants it again, because that would be expressing a preference. ] It would beneficial for the humans on the ship to have a variety of food in their meals.

[caelus]

I think you're just saying that to get me to let it go. There's probably some stand up comedian type in your past that's just an embarrassment to the rest.

[ Okay, okay, he's teasing. A lot. He'll dial it back now, but the fishing compliment earns a shrug, and a chuckle. ]

Fine, maybe. I'm allowed, I think when I'm pretty sure my aunt would have never figured me for ever being able to cook anything by myself without setting something on fire. Or dousing myself with baking flour. [ Jim nods. ] Well, the Fleet will argue that they get plenty of variety and nutrients from the replicators on board. And that there is no practical reason to keep fresh stores on board when it can just be made with a couple of buttons and a mild energy drain.

You know I'm not wrong.

[mindmeld]

Vulcans do not have stand-up comedians. Were we to have any versed in comedy, it would be in the form of literature. Possibly a play but more likely poetry.

Not that we have comedians.

[ That is possibly a hint. Probably the only thing Spock might say about such things, but it is a starting point to start looking for those rare instances of Vulcan humor. ]

You have surpassed her expectations, as nothing is on fire and this is an impressive meal. Indeed, I fear it is wasted upon me. [ Spock simply shakes his head at that smile, and the flour, but one corner of his lip curls slightly. ] You are correct, Jim. But they forget that we do invite foreign dignitaries to the ship, who might object to replicated food. Thus it behooves us to have fresh stores on the ship and people skilled at preparation. And it would be impolite to treat only dignitaries to freshly prepared food.

So while it might not happen daily, there is a reason.

[caelus]

Maybe it's just some deeply buried dirty secret that they don't want anyone to know about. [ But then Spock mentions poetry, and it gets Jim's attention. ]

If there aren't comedians, are there poets?

[ That compliment has Jim halting briefly before he reaches for his glass to take another drink. The smile that comes to his face is warm, and crinkles the corners of this eyes. ] You flatter me. She wouldn't say it was wasted, and neither do I. A meal shared with friends or family is never wasted.

[ He sets the drink away after a moment, and cuts up some fruit. ] That's a very compelling argument in our favor. I'll put it forward for review when we get to Yorktown, but it won't be for a few months.

I'm sure Commodore Paris will be amused by the idea.

[mindmeld]

We are not uncultured, Jim. [ If most of their poetry is somber and dignified, then it is simply because they are a somber people. Especially now. ] Simply not comedic. Though you are welcome to try to find such a secret, if possible.

[ If Jim wants to look, he is not one to stop his captain. There are other Vulcans who might do that, and Spock almost finds the idea of Jim trying to charm another Vulcan entertaining.

Not that he would admit such to anyone. Especially not Jim. ] Incorrect, Jim. I do not flatter anyone, I simply state the truth. [ He was not one to say that which was not true, especially in a situation like this. Spock might be better at obfuscating the truth in certain circumstances, but never with those he considered a friend. ]

Perhaps, but is not amusement a benefit in this situation?