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You and me both, mate. I would go as far to say there's lots of people I don't understand.

Usually, it doesn't take much to guess what's on someone's mind, if you know them well enough. I'm getting the feeling that isn't going to happen in some cases.

You should always give them a chance, doctor.

So you're saying I should, what? Try and spend more time with them? I don't see that ending well.

Well it wouldn't hurt. Life is all about experiencing the world in different ways. Maybe you'll learn something...different.

I'll try to keep an open mind. Though at the moment, a little bit of familiar might be comforting.

I always found a little bit of wine familiar and comforting. Especially the kind I'm not really supposed to have aboard a starship.

You know there was always a reason that you were my favorite.

Do my administrative skills account for anything, sir? [She grins a tiny bit, reaching into her desk to procure the little bottle of wine.] The vendor said to only take a few teaspoons of this, but I can never remember. Teaspoon or swig, which is the smaller amount?

I'm going to have to say teaspoon. [Out of the sick bay he's not going to say a thing against it, but that bottle better not show up elsewhere. To be honest, Bones is a little surprised that she has it in the first place.]

...do I even want to know what that is?

It was a welcome back present from some of my girlfriends. Apparently strong stuff. [She shrugs, looking down at the bottle in her hands. Slowly turning it over, she frowns a bit. Nostalgia...] I was saving it for some time when I felt a stiff one was in order, but today you look like you need it more than me.

[She holds the bottle out to him.] Have some and lets talk. You look like you've got a lot on your mind right now. Is everything okay?

Well, now I really feel like an ass. I haven't got you anything. [He takes the bottle from her, but sets it on the desk for them moment.]

Not enough to justify that, how about we save it for the next really bad day. [And there would be one. There was bound to be.] I'm glad enough to have to back, Chapel.

Then lets just talk. [She ignores the bottle now, in favor of him. Taking her chair, she scoots forwards a bit.] You didn't have to get me anything. My old job is enough. I missed you, McCoy. What's got you down past your usual gruff?

Have you tried asking them to clarify their behavior?

We're heading off into the great unknown, finally. I guess I'm just on edge, more so than usual. The little quirks are starting to get to me. [It's probably a really good thing that Chapel is back actually. He couldn't imagine five years of this crew without her.]

Just like that? So straightforward. ...you know, it probably would work now that you mention it.

Some would consider it the logical option.

Of whom are you speaking?

One of your fellow Vulcans, as it so happens. He likes to throw around that 'L' word a lot too. I'm beginning to suspect it's a bit of an obsession with you people.

It is cultural, yes. I would not call it an "obsession," though.

No? Well how exactly would you explain it then? I can't seem to gain an inch of ground for common sense with him.

Then perhaps your sense is not as common as you would like to think.

That must be it. Look... I don't even know what to call you.

This isn't the first time it's been brought to my attention that I'm going to have to make some adjustments for non-human behavior. It's just easier said than done.

Taurik.

That, I have heard before. I would not worry, Vulcans don't tend to be overly sensitive. [ or emotional at all even when they should be ]

McCoy. [Formalities done, Bones has a funny way of finding potential pen pals.]

Maybe it wouldn't kill your people to be a little more sensitive?

Perhaps. But what logical purpose would sensitivity serve? [ He misses this debate, he used to get into it with his human roommate constantly. ]