Making Do
"What's that?" he asks the moment she ushers him inside her quarters. He nods at the limp form of one of the local trees. One end of it has been stuffed into a glass cylinder probably borrowed from one of the labs and bits of screwed up paper litter its leafy appendages.
She looks at him with a small smile. "I thought it was obvious."
"Well," he replies, "it's not."
Tilting her head in a 'fair enough' gesture, she studies the plant intently.
"Elizabeth?"
"Promise me you won't laugh."
"I promise. What is it?"
"It's a Christmas tree."
"You're sure?"
"Funny."
fin.
