Studying the artifacts by what was next on the list T'nela had the next few days fly by and was spending yet another successful morning. Until the door swooshed open and a voice spoke up behind her, "Vould you like some lunch?" Looking up to see Checkov, "Zere is Pomeleek soup."
Keeping the amusement from her face, "I have not had lunch since I left my parents house."
Blinking he asked, "Vy not?"
"It is a known fact that Vulcans do not eat lunch," she answered in her calm voice. Seeing the embarrassment, "However for Pomeleek soup I will make an exception."
His relief was almost palpable and as she walked with him out into the corridor, "Vat are you vorking on?"
If she wasn't Vulcan it would be said her face lit up as she talked about the artifacts that they had and the times they dated back to. In talking about the ancient culture she explained about what they knew of its eras, development and different lives they found written about. They had sat down with their lunches in the mess hall by the time she stopped, "Forgive me for boring you."
"I'm not bored," was the response. Looking at him she saw it was true. The quick smile in her expressive eyes took his breath away and he thought that if that smile was permitted to cover her face the effect would have the deviation of a supernova. Realizing the silence had stretched he spoke to break it, "Hawe you been to Russia?"
A nod, "Indeed." Her soup was disappearing at an alarming rate, "The Winter Palace in Moscow is quite fascinating." Then she started questioning him about the Tsars. It took all of his remembered schooling to answer her.
Checkov was enjoying himself discussing his homeland when a familiar voice spoke, "Sister, Ensign."
"Spock," T'nela stood up, "is it time?" He nodded, so she excused herself and they left Checkov sitting at the table alone. Picking up her tray, he'd promised to take care of it, he tried not to have his hands hover over the spots still warm from her for too long.
