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“What is that?”

Jim looked down at the cupcake with pink frosting he had been carrying to his quarters. “A little cake,”

Spock made an exasperated sound loud enough to have Jim glance at him in surprise.

“I know that it is cake. It looks homemade.”

“Yeoman Friar gave it to me. I guess she did make it.”

“Did she hand out others?”

Jim shrugged. “Not that I saw, but who knows.” He eyed Spock speculatively as they reached the door to his quarters. “You aren’t jealous, are you?”

“Am I not?”

He followed Jim inside.

“A crewmember has made you a special cupcake, which is an obvious attempt to woo you.”

Jim burst out laughing. “Come on, Spock. First you don’t even know if she baked it just for me. You are just speculating.”

“Isn’t there an old Earth saying about the way to a man is through his stomach?”

“Babe, even if she did bake it just for me  just to…” He chuckled. “Woo me. She doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Hmm.”

“Maybe she wants to woo you.”

Spock arched a brow. “She gave you the cupcake.”

“Maybe it is poisoned and I’ll keel over and then she can have you.” Jim grinned. “Man, you should see your face right now.”

“Someone trying to kill you is not amusing to me.”

“It’s not. Poisoned I mean.”

Spock pulled out his tricorder and scanned it.

“I can find no evidence of poisonous substances.”

“That’s a relief,” Jim teased. “Spock, you have nothing to worry about from anyone. Aren’t we getting married and bonded?”

“Yes.”

“A little cupcake is nothing compared to this.” He cupped Spock’s face and kissed him. Then he pulled back. “But as long as she went to the trouble of making it, I’m totally going to eat it.”

Spock sighed. “Time for me to meditate.”

“I think so.” Jim took a big bite. “Yum.”