APRIL L. PAYNE
results of this test were used to make matches with the Noble Houses. And in some circumstances today it is still regarded as a prelude to such—” “You said ancient times ... ah ...” Kirk grinned, digging into the bowl of pretzels, nodding his head slightly and grinning wickedly. “You’re afraid you’ll like her numbers and you’ll have no logical recourse to refuse her, is that it?” He popped the pretzel into his mouth just as the barmaid arrived with his drink. James Kirk nodded at her, taking a sip of the scotch and continued to chuckle at Spock’s raised eyebrow. “I find your ability to make such quantum leaps of illogic fascinating.” “Well, just tell me one thing, is she beautiful?” Again Spock lifted his eyebrow. “Immaterial, since I neither know her, nor will I ever.” “Are you sure? Sounds like you could be missing out on something.” “So, what did I miss?” McCoy said, standing at the table’s edge, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, not much,” Kirk said, leaning back in his chair. “We were just discussing the pros and cons of Vulcan mysticism.” Spock merely locked his arms over his chest and tilted his head in Kirk’s direction. McCoy pulled up 16