Happy Birthday Part Two
Daisy, one of the Ensigns, had escorted him down from his quarters. It was probably no secret, but Serek was somewhat attracted to the tiny English girl. Standing five foot to his five eight. But she was pretty, in a simple way. Caramel hair and pale, ruddy skin. All very nice, but it was her intelligence that appealed to him. She was easily as near Vulcan intelligence as a human could be. Though as with all of her races, she was emotional and wild...
With both her and himself decked in thier 'fine uniforms' they made their way down to dinner. Upon entering the mess hall, they found it was decorated with paper decorations, ballons and bows on the chairs.
Kirk approached him, "Well, we didn't have time for the usual party. So dinner will have to do!" With a pat on the back from a few people, everyone shuffled to their seats and ate.
And as was usual, after everyone was finished, there was the usual idle chit chat. Although, understandable, this came with a twist at the tail. As he went to dismiss himself, he found himself pushed back down to his seat by Daisy. "Serek, you didn't give us much time to prepare. But~" she trailed off in song, "We did get you this!" and handed him a box.
McCoy spoke, "We've got the thing sterilised for you... We didn't want any trouble..."
The Vulcan opened it with a frown, and to his surprise (or unsurprise) he found a large, fluffy brown Tribble resting in the box. With a look of confusion on his face, he picked up the creature and brought it to his chest. "A tribble?" What an odd present...