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Your task is only tedious because you allow it to be.

[She looks over at the man. Oh, interesting ears there.]

Choosing from what feels like a thousand shades of the same colour for a dress is tedious, and it has to be perfect.

[ Spock will be having a word with the poor engineer that had been working the transporter that day. But that will happen later, as he listened to the girl talk about dresses.

He raised an eyebrow, and he tried to find a way to figure out something to say. ] I believe the one to your left is of a lighter shade of blue than the other dresses. [ He had nothing to say about perfection. ] And I am not sure if that one is to your liking.

[She looks at him pointedly.]

I'm not sure if any of them are to my liking, a girl has to make do sometimes. How did you get in here by the way...

[Here being her mother's fashion house.]

[ He looked back over his shoulder, and he nodded his head towards the door. ] I believe. [ He turned his head back around to face her. ] The door was unlocked and I entered by accident.

[She just waves her hand, the details don't matter then.]

Oh, i should probably learn to lock doors. You don't have any knowledge of fashion, do you? [A beat] Of course you don't...

[ Spock looked himself over with a raised eyebrow. ] I see no logical need to keep up with fashion trends. Nor do I see the reason behind the concept.

[Well that is just verging on insulting for Blair, she gives a look that's a mix of disgust and a scowl.]

You really walked into the wrong room. And fashion is important, everything about it is important, its the first thing people see when they look at you.

[ Spock simply looked indifferent despite his bluntness with Blair. He turned his head to look at the dresses once more, and of course, Vulcans did have a concept of beauty but clothing wasn't exactly high on that list. ] My clothing serves its function just fine. The people that I encounter are well aware of what my rank is or the function of the events that I am attending.

That is unless you want to count any survival gear that is sometimes required for my job.

[She gives his outfit a look, too. Uniforms definitely weren't her thing anymore. Gone were the days where the only way to accessorize came down to your shoes, bag and headband.]

Fashion is basically art, the right dress can make anyone look good, and the perfect dress can make the already beautiful look heavenly. [And that's her predicament here.]

[ Uniforms were punctual and performed a function, Spock didn't seem to mind his lack of a wardrobe. ] Do you find any of these dresses to suite your tastes?

[She makes a dismissing gesture towards the dresses.]

No, I guess I'll have to try again later, or tomorrow.

[ Spock looked back to the dresses, and he pointed back to the light blue dress. ] I do find this one to be symmetrically pleasing.