She entered her quarters to find a small box wrapped in Christmas paper, no tag, sitting on her desk. I didn’t think we were doing a Secret Santa this year after T’Pol and that eggnog.
She opened the box. Puzzled, she removed a bird’s feather from on top of a wrapped bundle. I like ornithology, but this is odd.
Unwrapping the bundle she revealed a ripe pear. Bringing it to her nose, she inhaled, eyes closing rapturously. She bit into the tender flesh, juice welling up in her mouth. She’d have to figure out whom to thank. It was delicious!