I leave my property on Terra to my nephew, Henry Grayson, to do with as he sees fit. All the material possessions on the property, with the exception of the house itself, I leave to my son Spock. –excerpt from Amanda Grayson's will
"Father, I wish for you to have mother's possessions to take with you to New Vulcan. I can have little use for them in Starfleet."
"Logical, my son. I will do as you ask. However, your mother did wish for you to have those things. Go through them, and take anything you want. And if you ever want anything of hers, you have but to come to New Vulcan and reclaim it."
Spock traveled to his mother's home on Earth. It had been her home growing up, and was left to her upon her parent's death. Amanda had always thought that the house should have gone to her brother, since he actually lived on Earth. For that reason, she had left the property to her nephew.
"It is agreeable to see you, Henry," Spock greeted.
"It's nice to see you too, cuz. I only wish it were under better circumstances. Next week everything will be packed on a shuttle for New Vulcan. Take what you want, and let me know if you need a hand with anything. I'll be working in the yard."
"Thank you very much, cousin."
"It is unnecessary to thank logic, Spocky," Henry said affectionately.
"You would be correct."
"Spock?"
"Yes?"
"You're always welcome."
Spock started in the kitchen. All he took was a few goblets and some silverware, figuring that they would come in handy sometime. They looked like delicate crystal one might serve wine out of, but they were made of sturdy glass. He remembered that his mother used to serve tapioca pudding in a similar sort of glass. He also found an old packet of wildflower seeds. They were always looking for pretty blossoms in the botany labs. He took them as well.
Next he went to the living room. He took a collection of old holovids. His captain was always looking for new entertainment. He also took some music books, wondering if he could play any of the guitar songs on his lyre.
From the bathroom he took a handmade pottery toothbrush holder. He could tell from the initials on the bottom that his mother had made it. It was shaped and painted like an ocean wave.
In his mother's old bedroom was a stack of antique paper books. Spock perused the titles. They were mostly classics from earth's nineteenth and twentieth centuries, and were quite valuable. Spock kept them all, recalling fond memories of his mother reading him such stories. Under her bed were stacks of notebooks filled with her childish sketches, stories, and poetry. Spock left them, knowing his father would find them amusing.
From the guest bedroom Spock took several quilts. Although he had adjusted the temperature in his cabin, Spock still found Starfleet-issue bedding to be too thin. These blankets looked quite warm. He also took some civilian clothes that appeared to have been his grandfather's, especially sweaters and jackets, along with a few pairs of jeans. They were old-fashioned, but were quite comfortable.
Spock went outside to find Henry, but looked down when he heard a noise. A kitten brushed up against his leg, purring contentedly. "Henry!" he called, "There is a stray cat on your property."
Henry came and looked at the scrawny kitten. "Spock, I have no place for a cat. We can take it to the animal control center."
Spock looked at it closely. It was as black as night, with yellow-green eyes. It rubbed against his ankles, looking up at him expectantly. Spock clearly heard the words, "I like you. You smell nice. I want to stay with you forever."
"That will not be necessary, Henry. I will take the kitten-"
"Isis," the voice interrupted.
Isis, Spock mentally acknowledged, "-with me," he finished.
"You smell good, too," Spock later told the cat, who had curled up on the bunk in Spock's quarters.