“We really need to do something about this,” Jim Kirk groaned, looking around at the heap of roses around his cabin. A scattering of blue, yellow, red and white petals indicated that some of the flowers had been stepped on.
“Indeed,” Spock agreed, picking a few off the floor. “There does seem to be an abundance.”
“Remind me to give you the ‘understatement of the year’ award,” Jim chuckled, stooping to help pick them up. “We’re drowning in roses.”
“What do you propose as a course of action?” Spock asked, putting an armful of the roses on the bed. “There is insufficient place for them here.”
“I think I’ve got an idea,” Jim grabbed an armful and dashed out of the cabin. Spock, a little confused and very amused, grabbed another armful and followed.
“Wow,” Nurse Christine Chapel looked around the newly-decorated mess hall. Blue, yellow, red and white roses were placed in vases around the room and hung around the doors.
Alice Dower, a new nurse who came in with Chapel, gave a low whistle. They made their way over to the table where Doctor Leonard McCoy sat with Jim and Spock.
“Wow, Doctor, I guess you figured out what to do with all of the left over roses then,” Dower grinned playfully.
Chapel kicked Dower’s foot in warning, but it was too late; Jim and Spock had heard.
“Bones? You’re the one who did all that?” Jim demanded, eyes wide in surprise.
“That seems highly unlike you, Doctor,” Spock said, also visibly taken aback. He recovered quickly, however.
“Look, let’s just pretend Nurse Loudmouth here didn’t say anything,” McCoy grumbled, blushing a deep crimson.
“So, in other words, let’s just pretend Bones is the heartless man he pretends to be,” Jim laughed. “I love you, man. You’re the best.”
McCoy blushed and Spock actually felt inclined to agree. He figured he would be more comfortable pretending, as well.