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Nyota does not like tea. But it does smell nice brewing in the kitchen. The warm, spicy scent that wafts through the apartment brings back memories of home. But that is just it… her home always seemed to smell of tea. Her parents preferred natural medicine and herbal remedies. And there was a tea for everything; headaches, cramps, fatigue. The slightest hint of an upset stomach and there it was, forced into her hands; a steaming cup of tea. It tasted awful, even if it did work most of the time. As the aroma of ginger drifts around her she is comforted by memories of her past and thoughts of her future.
He does not eat meat. To fatten oneself on the flesh of another being is barbaric. Spock considers this as he examines the airtight package of goat meat thawing on the counter. He has never been tempted to eat meat, in fact in finds the prospect quite nauseating. It is next to his tea canister, which is full of a new tea Nyota's mother has recently sent. Oddly enough the meat or the presence thereof does not bother him. It is coexistence. He pours the strong fragrant tea into a heavy mug and carries it to the table.
Nyota takes a piece of bread from the plate in the center of the table and smears a thin layer of almond butter on it. As Spock approaches the table she notices, for some reason today, his ears. Maybe because his hair is still wet from his shower and it lies flat. She momentarily wonders how he would look with human ears. She smiles at the thought as he takes his seat across from her. At times like these she remembers that they are of different species. Even if he is only half Vulcan biologically, he really is more Vulcan than human. From time to time this happens; out of nowhere that their reality confronts her. And sometimes it worries her.
She has a beautiful smile. It is a fact, and Spock like most males can appreciate the aesthetically pleasing qualities of his partner. She holds a piece of bread to her lips and takes a bite. Her hands are beautiful too; slender delicate fingers. But they cannot feel him, not really. It is unfortunate; even if they were bonded she would never have that capability. She says that this is when emotions come into play; that is how she feels him. And this is where he finds he is lacking.
They sit in companionable silence for a few minutes. Spock glances up as Nyota reaches for another piece of bread. She usually has a small breakfast; a piece of fruit or maybe a glass of milk. She is always running off to meet with her communications team or checking on the new language databases being installed on the older starships. She only sleeps late on the weekends, but today is Wednesday and she was just getting out of bed when he returned from his morning jog.
Nyota marvels at Spock's Vulcan intelligence; perfectly logical and honest to a fault. But even he sometimes needed help seeing the obvious. And when he stares at her, the way he is doing now she knows he is putting the pieces together. "The tea is quite nice, what kind is it?" he asks as he takes another sip. Nyota offers another smile, "its ginger and it helps with certain...sicknesses." Spock sits the mug on the table lightly.
There it is; comprehension. His face betrays nothing but Nyota watches him closely, waiting for him to speak. But he doesn't know what to say, like most males Spock is not so great at communication. She reaches across the table and reaches for his hands. At moments like this she realizes just how little difference there is between them.