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A/N: for some reason my response to the fact that it's snowing outside is to write a fanfiction about characters I've never written about before. Hopefully it's good...
James T. Kirk and his very close friend Mr. Spock had decided to meet at a restaurant for dinner. It wasn't fancy or anything. Spock had been on his home planet Vulcan for the past few months and Kirk wanted to 'catch up over dinner'. This quaint phrase apparently meant 'eat fish & chips at a fake-Irish pub in San Fransisco'.
Such an activity did not interested Spock in the slightest. But seeing his very good friend sounded like a logical use of approximately 90 minutes.
They ended up sitting near the window. Since the Starfleet command headquarters are based in that exact city, the waitress wasn't surprised by the sight of Spock's ears and eyebrows.
Soon after they'd been seated it began to snow. Many of the pub's other patrons seemed very excited by this. Some of them rushed over to the window, craning their necks see the snowflakes fall slowly to the sidewalk outside.
"Fascinating," Spock said.
"What?"
"The sentimental significance you humans assign to a normal weather occurrence," the Vulcan replied, raising an eyebrow at his foolish friend.
Kirk sighed. "It's not just a weather occurrence, Spock. It's beautiful... and rather romantic to some people."
"Oh."
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