Face-lift

Amanda sat disconsolately at her vanity, pulling at the skin around her eyes and mouth and neck. She sighed.

"What troubles you, my wife?"

"I need a face-lift." Amanda didn't even need to see Sarek-she knew his brow was raised in question. "It's cosmetic surgery, Sarek. You still look like you did twenty years ago, while I, on the other hand, just look old."

"Age brings wisdom and respect."

"I'd rather people think I look attractive than wise."

"You always appear aesthetically pleasing to me, my wife," Sarek said, extending his two fingers in a caress.