Caught in the Rain
150 Greenleaf Street, San Francisco, 2273.143, 1529 hours. He walked in through the front door and was pleased by the warmth that greeted him. There had been a drop in pressure and some precipitation in the area since he had left that morning for space dock and now he felt the chill from the walk home dissipate. However, no sooner had he set his briefcase down then he noticed the remarkable silence throughout the house.
"Nyota?"
"In here!" she called back cheerily. Stepping through to the living room he found his wife and three children standing in front of the roaring fireplace in their large, fluffy bathrobes toweling off each other's hair.
"Mama took us to Golden Gate Park and we got caught in the rain," Se-tak explained.
T'Alora gave his head an extra-hard rub. "That much is obvious, Se'tak."
Spock fed his amusement to his adun'a as he bent down beside his youngest; it was his first encounter with a rainstorm. "How did you find the experience, Selas?"
He waited for his brother to finish drying his hair before he spoke. "Initially I found the incident rather puzzling, Sa-mekh."
"Why was that, my son?"
"I had thought that perhaps Mama or Se'tak had led me into an outdoor water shower as part of a 'joke'."
In the back of his mind Spock heard Nyota's laughter ring out. "He really did! And he looked like a drowned cat…not unlike you."
"And after you discovered that you were not the tail end of one of your mother's or brother's amusements what did you think then?"
Selas considered the question before replying, "I found it all rather fascinating."
This time not even T'Alora could contain her laughter.