"First officer's personal log, supplemental. I am pleased to report that my jeans are now safely back in my possession. In fact, I am wearing them as I record this. In an effort to keep them from being stolen again, I have requested that there be an improvement to the security protocols utilized in and around the crew quarters. Such measures will take a while to come into effect, but I do feel this will benefit all of us. For now, however, I am relieved that "the jeans incident' has not ended tragically."
Tapping the button to end the recording, Spock slid the PADD onto a table and leaned back into a comfortable chair. The day's activities had been somewhat stressful. The boarding party he had led expertly handled their Megromarian opponents and reclaimed the stolen jeans without much difficulty. Seeing that they were pirates, and rather poorly armed ones at that, they was no further incident. The ship was taken into custody and Spock brought the team back unscathed, save one minor injury to Ensign Chekov's shoulder after a fall he had taken leaping over a railing to catch one of the fleeing pirates.
Sipping a Vulcan herbal tea, Spock sighed, lifting one leg and then the other onto the table. Until now, Spock really had not seen much of any pleasure one would derive from simply lounging around. Doctor McCoy had suggested that very form of relaxation to him on numerous occasions, but Spock had elected to resort to forms of Vulcan meditation to wind down.
Now, he was more than happy to just sit and relax in his comfortable jeans. Looking down at the stonewash blue color of the legs, he ran a hand down one thigh, smoothing out a crease with a small smile curving his lips. Happiness was not normal for Spock.
Unless, of course, he was wearing his favorite jeans.