T'Mir frowned and bit back a sound of disgust as Mestral's bare fingers moved towards the bowl of food that the server had placed before him. Apparently, Mestral's mother had more influence on his upbringing than just the selection of his name.
As T'Mir listened as Mestral told them that he intended to stay on Earth nearly four months after their arrival and mere days before their rescue, she couldn't help but stand there thinking how blood will out. The humans were both like and unlike...
The moment T'Mir and Stron were safely stowed in their new quarters aboard the vessel that would bring them home, Stron whirled to face her with a disapproving look on his face.
"Tell any more stories like the one you just told, and they'll start thinking that you were the part-Romulan!" he said.