This one...I can't remember how it started. But as usual you can blame KCS. I believe she once wrote a fanfiction wherein Holmes encounters cornflakes.
Please enjoy my first official sojourn into the trek fandom.
You see a lot of strange things on a starship, not just on the planets you explore, but often on the ship itself. Four hundred odd individuals, stuck on the same tin wagon hurtling through empty space are bound to get a little cabin fever now and again. Often the only way to relieve it is through unusual and random acts.
But this had to be the weirdest thing Jim had seen so far.
He'd been traversing the corridors, headed for the gym, and he'd passed the cafeteria just as another crew member was exiting. Through the open door he spotted two familiar figures
It wasn't odd to want to stop and say hello to his closest friends. And it was unusual enough to see them voluntarily together and quiet that he was intrigued. He altered his course accordingly.
Neither of them looked up at his entrance, and the closer he got the clearer it was that they were so absorbed that they weren't going to notice him at all.
In this way he was able to sneak up close enough to understand their whispers.
"But I do not understand the function, Doctor."
"It's not a function, Spock! It's enjoyment. Now which flavor would you like?"
"I have never tasted any of them. I have no experience upon which to base my preference."
"You don't have to have experience, you just choose one. See, look at the boxes…"
"To base my choice upon the container is hardly logical, as it is fashioned to appeal aesthetically, and has no actual bearing upon the contents."
"Mother of mercy. Look, this one has a bear. You like bears don't you Spock?"
"Doctor, I begin to wish (his tone of voice conveyed his disgust of the word quite clearly) that you had never met my parents."
"Well what about this one? The grains make a popping sound."
"They do not seem to be making any at the moment."
"Don't go pressing your pointy green ear against the box! They don't make noiseuntil you pour the milk over it."
"That is also illogical. Aside from the noise, and I cannot fathom how that particular sensation would bring pleasure, why must they be immersed in milk? It renders most of the contents soggy before they can be consumed, and from what I understand part of the value is found in the level of crunchiness."
"Look! Just choose a box! It doesn't' matter which. Here, try this one, green with elves on it. Perfect for you."
Bones seized one of the many colored boxes on the table and upended it. There was a great hollow clatter as the brightly colored food bits rushed out to cover the bowl, Spock, and most of the table.
McCoy took no notice of the mess and determinedly poured a measure of milk in with the cereal
"I believe it is a leprechaun, not an elf. And it does not appear to have pointed ears."
"Eat before it goes soggy."
Kirk, who was quivering like a tower of jelly with suppressed amusement put his hand on McCoy's shoulder.
"What's going on here, Bones?" he said in a strained voice.
The Doctor whirled, and Spock turned more slowly, a spoon in his mouth and a slight dribble of milk on his chin.
"Oh, Jim. Tryin' ta give me a heart attack boy? Just um…helping Spock to learn more about earth cultures."
Spock took another bite and crunched loudly.
The crew did not mind seeing their captain on the floor, holding his guts like they might burst out as he howled with laughter.
That sight was not so unusual.
The point is, there's nothing more human than chomping down on a big bowl of sugary, colorful, and ridiculously priced breakfast cereal.
Even better if don't eat it at breakfast, but at 3:00 am.