[ It's weird how disorienting it feels for a moment when Spock pulls from him and turns back to the counter. He's left standing for a second or two, not able to make sense of the feeling of loss, hands curling around thin air into a loose fist before he lowers it to his side.
He looks from Spock to the vegetables, and one could say he almost glares at them for having been the cause for the interruption. Well, technically he did bring them up. Damn it.
Stop being an idiot, Kirk, he scolds at himself, then turns back to the counter as well, helping Spock gather the already chopped vegetables. ]
Alright, how are we cooking them? A roast, a stew?
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He looks from Spock to the vegetables, and one could say he almost glares at them for having been the cause for the interruption. Well, technically he did bring them up. Damn it.
Stop being an idiot, Kirk, he scolds at himself, then turns back to the counter as well, helping Spock gather the already chopped vegetables. ]
Alright, how are we cooking them? A roast, a stew?