The next morning found the four friends once again sitting around the artificial fire. No one had been surprised to find that Spock was the first to awaken.
Everyone was shocked that he offered to prepare breakfast, and even agreed to roast Kirk's meat over the fake flames.
Uhura looked intensely concerned when he made this pronouncement, and when the captain enthusiastically handed over a packet of preserved porcine flesh, she placed a stalling hand on her lover's arm.
"Baby, you don't have to do this."
Spock gazed tenderly into her warm brown eyes, so dark with concern and compassion.
He reached out and stroked her cheek, allowing his gratitude to flow through the touch.
"You're wrong, ashayam," he said earnestly. "This something I must do. When I agreed to spend my leave pursuing Earth pursuits, I implicitly agreed to follow rules of such pursuits. According to your Earth traditions, as I was the first one to awaken, it falls upon me to prepare the morning meal. It is my understanding that in the days of yore—"
Uhura was the first to catch on and she had him flat on his back in the dirt before he could finish speaking.
Bones didn't bother holding back his laughter this time.
Jim just watched mournfully as the fire consumed his meat.
A/N: Because Spock can give as good as he gets.
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