[So that she has something to do with her hands, Lenore finds herself sorting through the leftover chocolate in the bowl in front of them, just as Spock is fiddling with the empty wrappers. The dark chocolate pieces she fishes out are laid out before him, with the milk chocolate making a smaller pile on the other side of the bowl. The white chocolate she leaves where it is, because they both think it's awful.

She unwraps a chocolate of her own and nibbles on the corner.]

Of course I am, Spock. This may shock you, but I'm not exactly an easy person to get along with. And I never like seeing people hurt. [She's a doctor, and a damn good one, at that. Not only is she adept at all the new hands-off technologies when it comes to healing, but she's done her fair share of extremely hands-on work; in fact, Lenore often prefers the so-called barbaric practice of physical surgery, using her own hands to wield the scalpel instead of a machine.

Mothers are often painful topics. Lenore's relationship with her own is strained, at best, but it's nice to know that despite how cold and unfeeling he might seem, Spock loved his mother the way all little boys should.] I wish I could have met her. [It would have been fascinating to pick her brain; Lenore isn't much of a linguist, so that topic of conversation would be more or less off the table, but she wants to know why someone would willingly pack up and move to a planet that's so very different from your own.

She only left Georgia because there was nothing there left for her. To make that kind of choice when there were other options...

But then again, love is a powerful motivator.]