“Top o’ the Morning to you.”

Spock stared at Jim. He had just stepped into the turbolift.

Jim grinned. “Sorry. Saint Patrick’s Day.” He gestured to his green crisscross shirt.  “That’s why I’m wearing this shirt today.”

Spock’s gaze swept over Jim. “It is fairly appealing. It hugs your body quite well.”

“You’re going to make me blush.”

Spock rolled his eyes and faced front. “Hardly. I don’t believe there is anything that would make you blush, Captain.”

“So, according to old tradition, I should be able to pinch you. No green.”

As the door opened, Spock said, “Green underwear.”