More or less. Humans have a great independence of spirit, and being a 'rebel' is viewed as socially desirable, at least until you reach a certain age. Some people never grow out of it. [She's clearly referring to Jim, although, privately, she's also referring to Spock. He likes to think of himself as above silly, petty human nature, but he's half human and far more rebellious than he'd probably want to admit to.
Eschewing a place at the Vulcan Science Academy to enlist in Starfleet? Cleaving himself to one of the most emotional, rebellious individuals on the whole ship? If he wants people to think of him as a purely rational, logical being, becoming fast friends with Jim Kirk is not the best way to go about it. Len would know. She made that mistake on the shuttle to San Francisco, and she's never been able to be rid of him since.
She is aware of the whole hands-as-erogenous-zones thing in regards to Vulcans, but she honestly forgets sometimes. Spock doesn't wear gloves in his daily life to remind her, and he's the only Vulcan she's actually spent any time with. Combined with her stressful day and the sleepless night before, not to mention the glass of synthehol she's nursing, and she just plain forgot about his cultural taboos. So sue her.]
Humans are irrational, Spock, just accept it and move on. [She's not going to launch into an explanation of the outdated modes of belief that a woman's parents "owned" her until said "ownership" passed on to her husband, nor the way such beliefs still stubbornly clung to the more rural areas of the Deep South. She's just not in the mood to debate things she can't even change with him tonight.
Picking up the chocolate he pushes her way, she peels back a corner of the foil wrapper before nodding.] Yes, this is milk chocolate. [She hands it back and then dips her hand into the bowl as well, rifling around until she's pulled out a few more foil-wrapped squares in differing shades of red, pink, and white.] This one's white chocolate, which is actually a misnomer, as it's mostly milk and sugar. Very little cocoa in it at all.
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Eschewing a place at the Vulcan Science Academy to enlist in Starfleet? Cleaving himself to one of the most emotional, rebellious individuals on the whole ship? If he wants people to think of him as a purely rational, logical being, becoming fast friends with Jim Kirk is not the best way to go about it. Len would know. She made that mistake on the shuttle to San Francisco, and she's never been able to be rid of him since.
She is aware of the whole hands-as-erogenous-zones thing in regards to Vulcans, but she honestly forgets sometimes. Spock doesn't wear gloves in his daily life to remind her, and he's the only Vulcan she's actually spent any time with. Combined with her stressful day and the sleepless night before, not to mention the glass of synthehol she's nursing, and she just plain forgot about his cultural taboos. So sue her.]
Humans are irrational, Spock, just accept it and move on. [She's not going to launch into an explanation of the outdated modes of belief that a woman's parents "owned" her until said "ownership" passed on to her husband, nor the way such beliefs still stubbornly clung to the more rural areas of the Deep South. She's just not in the mood to debate things she can't even change with him tonight.
Picking up the chocolate he pushes her way, she peels back a corner of the foil wrapper before nodding.] Yes, this is milk chocolate. [She hands it back and then dips her hand into the bowl as well, rifling around until she's pulled out a few more foil-wrapped squares in differing shades of red, pink, and white.] This one's white chocolate, which is actually a misnomer, as it's mostly milk and sugar. Very little cocoa in it at all.