[ That's an answer in and of itself. Spock is incredibly sparing with his words, in Claude's experience. It's not that he's taciturn for the sake of taciturn, necessarily, just that he will never use five words when four will do. Sometimes it takes a whole paragraph to get his point across, but not a word is wasted.
This? This is a lot of words for no. ]
Unfortunately, eating unknown goods isn't in my purview either. Which is a shame, because they smell awfully good -- but gods know what could possibly be in them.
Indeed not. All parcels delivered by my person are not without prior expectation.
[ It sure is. Claude's read him as well as most people do not, which is to say that he's got him pegged in ways that he wouldn't like to readily admit. But, it's true that these sorts of gifts were... Expected, given the winter celebrations. Weren't they?
A description? Well, it's a box of donuts, as far as I can tell, dusted with a smattering of powdered sugar, with dried fruits on top. The sender has also seen fit to include a list of ingredients, evidently in case I happened to be allergic to any of it, which I'm not.
[ There's a grin in his voice. ]
But my dear Spock, as charming as I find the effort, and as touched as I am by the sentiment that someone had spent some time on a gift for little ol' me -- you must realize I've spent most of my life dodging poisonings, and have become loath to put just anything in my mouth. Which must be a shock to you, I know, considering that I rarely close it.
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Date: 2025-01-26 07:49 am (UTC)[ That's an answer in and of itself. Spock is incredibly sparing with his words, in Claude's experience. It's not that he's taciturn for the sake of taciturn, necessarily, just that he will never use five words when four will do. Sometimes it takes a whole paragraph to get his point across, but not a word is wasted.
This? This is a lot of words for no. ]
Unfortunately, eating unknown goods isn't in my purview either. Which is a shame, because they smell awfully good -- but gods know what could possibly be in them.
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Date: 2025-01-27 02:05 am (UTC)[ It sure is. Claude's read him as well as most people do not, which is to say that he's got him pegged in ways that he wouldn't like to readily admit. But, it's true that these sorts of gifts were... Expected, given the winter celebrations. Weren't they?
Claude, please, he's dying. ]
Perhaps if you were to describe them?
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Date: 2025-02-21 03:13 am (UTC)[ There's a grin in his voice. ]
But my dear Spock, as charming as I find the effort, and as touched as I am by the sentiment that someone had spent some time on a gift for little ol' me -- you must realize I've spent most of my life dodging poisonings, and have become loath to put just anything in my mouth. Which must be a shock to you, I know, considering that I rarely close it.