"Please, please, please?"
I stare back at her.
"I've washed them. Exfoliated. Really, they're not nasty at all."
I raise my eyebrows, testing how far she will take this.
She is not one to pout, but very nearly does so. "It's girls' spa night. I can't go like this. Help me out?"
I sit beside her on my sofa and pull her feet into my lap.
Her feet are as graceful and refined as the rest of her. I surprise her with a traditional Vulcan foot massage. She melts into the cushions.
I then precisely apply the requisite nail polish.