bluetiger wrote:These have been very entertaining, everyone. This is a great thread to have active again.
From the buffet, Trip absentmindedly picked up three oranges and began a rhythm of throwing them in the air and from hand to hand.
Malcolm gave this only a passing glance. He knew Trip was a proficient juggler, rarely missing.
T’Pol on the other hand had never seen this skill and stared at Trip with rapt attention. After watching for a while she moved to his side.
“I find this talent to be very arousing,” she softly whispered in his ear.
Malcolm’s head shot up in surprise when he heard the three oranges hit the floor. How odd, he mused.
next word: cough
“Are you okay?”
“I am fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
Cough. “There was something in one of those Xindi spheres. Phlox missed it and everything.”
“That’s no good.”
“Don’t tell anybody I’m sick. I can’t let them down.” Cough.
“I won’t.” A hand was pressed to a forehead. “I’ll make you chicken soup. But you have to pay me.”
“Yes,” said Lili, the sous-chef.
He checked his pockets. “Pay?” he repeated.
“Yes. You can pay me by smiling sometimes.”
“Oh. Here’s a down payment.” Tiny, crooked, closed-mouth, but it was still a smile.
“Thanks, Major.” Lili smiled back.
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