[The look on his face when she brains him with the chocolate wrapper is so indignant and shocked that she can't help the bark of laughter it forces from her lips, laughter that she immediately tries to stifle by slapping her hand over her mouth.] I'm sorry! [But he gets her back by flicking it right back at her, and somehow she finds herself returning the gesture. Are they going to play table hockey with chocolate wrappers? Maybe.] I need all the practice I can get, going up against you.
[Forgetting, for a moment, that Spock is a touch-telepath, she reaches out to cover his hand with hers in a gesture of sympathy and solidarity.] I'm sorry, Spock. That must be hard.
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[Forgetting, for a moment, that Spock is a touch-telepath, she reaches out to cover his hand with hers in a gesture of sympathy and solidarity.] I'm sorry, Spock. That must be hard.