003. Sticks and Stones
"палки и камни.", Chekov laughed, easily. It was rather odd - and probably illegal in ways he wanted to know nothing about - that the kid could hold so much alcohol and not have even a small slur in his voice.
So Leonard is a little confused at what the seventeen year old is spouting out - it sounds Human, but definately not English, and certainly not Standard. Russian, probably, his buzz-fuzzed brain decides, belatedly.
"Whazz'at mean?", the Doctor asks, and Chekov only grins at him - Kirk's now teasing Spock instead of the lanky blonde, and the navigator, and hell, /that's/ always a spectacle to watch.
"Sticks and stones.", Leonard heards from beind him, to the left - he turns a little, and there's Uhura, a bottle of something green in one hand, and a bag of something that vaguely resembled pretzels, if pretzels had been purple.
"Sticks and stones?", he repeated, confused, moving over as the dark skinned shipmate moved to sit down next to him.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones...", she ryhmes, and though the good doctor knows the end, Chekov chimes in with the rest again;
"но слова никогда не будет мне больно."