Author's Note: First TNG fic! For Rachel who requested Picard with Data and/or Worf and the prompt sleet. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a Picard muse, so Riker gets to join them instead. Sorry! Not set anywhere special in continuity (except probably after Tasha's death first season). Apologies for roughness—this is unbeta'd. Cheers!
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Relative Definitions (or how context changes word meanings)
by, Caliente
"I thought this planet was supposed to be hospitable," Worf grumbled under his breath, swatting at the falling flakes that were trying desperately to cling to his face and hair.
Data glanced over to the Klingon. "I believe that the Kazarites consider this to be hospitable weather."
Worf grunted. "It is snowing."
"Actually," Data tilted his head thoughtfully, "this precipitation seems to be a mixture of rain and snow, more commonly referred to as sleet or wintry showers."
Ahead of them, Will Riker hid a smile—and changed the subject: "It's not like you to complain, Mr. Worf."
Stiffening almost imperceptibly, Worf grit his teeth. "I am not complaining," he countered, disdain for the implication evident plain by how he said the word. The effect was ruined, however, when he sniffed loudly and growled. "Although I will admit, cold weather does not… agree with Klingons."
Data opened his mouth—perhaps to comment, perhaps to ask a question—before apparently thinking better of the action and shutting his mouth again.
This time Riker didn't bother to hide his amused grin.