Prompt: Sarek, Amanda - Arson
Arson
Amanda watched the colors reflect off of her son's face and shining eyes as he tested and observed the effects of each of the items in the box of fireworks she'd given him. Though Spock was rapidly gaining more and more control over his emotions – or more specifically his expression of them – she was his mother; she could tell what her child was feeling even when he did not have the words or expressions to tell her.
All in the name of science, she'd told him when he'd questioned the purpose of giving him this gift, as it was not his birthday and he had noted that there were no recent significant achievements for her to use as an excuse to offer him a present. Spock had merely raised an eyebrow at her response – the habit a perfect mirror of her husband's habit, she'd noted – and opened the box to explore its contents.
So far they had tested out the sparklers, a fountain, poppers, snaps, and roman candles, and were currently erecting a support to set off one of the wheels.
She felt a warm presence behind her and turned to find Sarek standing close, observing the scene in front of him. His eyes flicked over the open box off to the side, the discarded packaging crumpled under it, and the remnants of their fun so far, before raising an eyebrow – yup, exactly the look that Spock had now perfected! - and turned to her. ″You are instructing our son on the intricacies of arson? Please explain the logic of this action.″
Amanda smiled and wrapped her arms around him. In the privacy of their own home and lands she was far more free with her affections. ″It's not arson and you know it. This is a very old Earth custom that I don't want Spock to miss out on, so sit back and enjoy the show.″
″I have noticed that many of your favorite 'Earth customs' that you insist our child must be introduced to are brightly colored, noisy, or dirty.″ Sarek wrapped an arm around her waist as they watched Spock carefully prepare to light the next firework.
″I still maintain that mud pies and sandcastles are necessary parts of a proper childhood, regardless of one's species.″
Sarek's answer, if there was one, was drowned out by the sound of Spock's display.