"Spock it's just… you just, no look you dip the- you know… No, no, like just the tip, no careful, your fingers are going to get messy if you do it that- okay, look, hang on to this end, and dip the other end into it until it's covered in the stuff, then you pull it out and blow," Jim held the bottle of bubble solution while Spock dropped the wand back in for the billionth time, and had to fish it out with his fingers.
"I do not understand… why am I doing this?" Spock asked raising an eyebrow.
"Because there is nothing more satisfying than blowing bubbles on the beach," Jim stated seriously.
"Foods almost ready, go wash your hands!" Leonard called from their picnic table and Jim huffed rolling his eyes.
"Yes mother," He muttered walking back up the beach towards the bathrooms.
"You are not going into the facilities without proper footwear, are you?" Spock queried grabbing the Captains elbow.
"Spock seriously, they are all the way over there," Jim groaned, rolling his eyes but followed him back into the grassy area where he had ditched his sandals anyway.
"If you had left them on like I had suggested-"
"You don't wear shoes in the sand Spock!" He grumbled thrusting his feet into his shoes and heading back to the bathrooms. They were walking back to the table when something caught his eye. "I'll be right there Spock go ahead!" Jim called. Spock watched him run over to a small boy, before turning and joining Leonard.
"What is Jim doing?" McCoy squinted across the park where Jim was leaning down in front of a small boy his hands on his knees a friendly smile on his face. The boy seemed to consider something for a moment then nodded holding his hand out. Jim laughed and shook it before taking something out of his pocket and handing it to the boy, who handed him a bottle in return. He slipped it into his pocket and ruffled the boy's hair, and gave him a salute before jogging over to the table. "What was that about?"
"I got Spock a present," Jim beamed before sitting down and holding his plate out expectantly to Leo who was by default, rolling his eyes.
"Whatever" Leo said, turning back to his own plate. The next hour was full of food and friendly conversation. All was well with the world.