A triple drabble in honor of Fall....
An unusual smell wafted down the corridor as T'Pol walked towards the mess hall. It was not unpleasant, but it was unlike anything that she had smelled, warm and inviting, so different than the ship, cold and metallic. As she turned the corner and approached the door she noticed a long excited queue forming. Puzzled, she stopped and pondered returning later. Privacy, peace, and Plomeek soup was what she craved at present. As she stood there Trip came out of the crowd, spotted her and grinned, a plate and two forks in his hand.
"T'Pol! Pumpkin Pie!" he said shoving the plate close to her nose.
"Ah, the source of the unusual smell," she replied pulling back, the smell intense to her Vulcan senses. "Is that the cause of all this... excitement?"
"You bet! A little slice of home I can't believe Star Fleet was able to supply us! Chef kept it a secret!"
"What is the significance?"
Trip smiled and inhaled the scent. "It's significant because this is a traditional Earth dessert served at Thanksgiving. Before you ask, Thanksgiving is a holiday where humans give thanks for the good in their lives."
He paused and looked uncertain. "Would you like to share it? The pie?"
He saw the hesitation on her face and added, "Pie is best when eaten with friends. When I got my piece I thought of you. I wanted you to be able to try this. I even have another fork."
Nodding her head she reached for the fork. At his encouraging look she took a bite. Flavor exploded in her mouth unlike anything she had ever experienced. She closed her eyes, savoring it. When she opened them she found Trip smiling at her. Perhaps humans, even this one, had something to offer the universe after all.