"There are nine thousand eight hundred and seven intelligent species in the known galaxy,"
McCoy said, "and all of them drink tea."
Spock did not look up from his book. "Does that include humans?"
"I'm still human."
McCoy gave up. He went over to the catering
unit - it was one of the new voice-activated ones - and said "Coffee, black, hot." He came back. "Do you ever wonder what
would happen with those things if you asked for 'Coffee, purple, mellow'?"
McCoy eyed him. "Or what would
happen if I asked for 'Vulcan, naked, hot'?"
Spock looked up. "I would recommend you wait till the end of the chapter."
kissed the back of his neck. "Paragraph?"
"Sentence," said Spock, finishing his.