A bowl? What sort of fool do you take me for. You cannot see, Spock.
[He tsk'd under his breath and ladles out the soup into a mug before walking back to the table and setting it down in front of Spock. He takes the wrist of one of his hands and rests what should be the palm against the warm ceramic.]
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[He tsk'd under his breath and ladles out the soup into a mug before walking back to the table and setting it down in front of Spock. He takes the wrist of one of his hands and rests what should be the palm against the warm ceramic.]
You've a mug.