Everyone needs a little Vanik, he is featured here.

“Can you have butter?”

Spock glanced up from grading tests for summer make up classes to see Jim standing next to his desk with his nephew, Vanik, standing just behind Jim.

The question seemed out of place but Spock got why it was asked. He followed a vegetarian diet as most Vulcans did, Sybok being one who did not.

“Yes, I can consume food that includes butter as I am not vegan.” Spock arched a brow. “Why?”

“We’re making Christmas cookies.”

Jim said it as though it was completely logical.

Spock nodded. “Yes, of course you are. It is one hundred degrees outside.”

“AC, babe.”

“I wanted to make sugar cookies,” Vanik interjected, “but Jim thinks they are boring and wants to make shortbread cookies into shapes instead.”

Jim smiled. “We’re going to do Santas, reindeers, trees, and nutcrackers.”

“And candy canes,” Vanik reminded him.

“Yes. Whatever cookie cutters I can find.”

Spock sighed and leaned back. “I thought I had convinced you not to do a Christmas in July party this year.”

Jim patted Spock’s arm. “We’re not. Totally not the same thing. We’re just making cookies.”

Vanik agreed. “And perhaps making a few savory dishes to enjoy. But not for a party but for dinner.”

“Right,” Jim said, his smile widening. “It’s just you, me, Vanik, and Bones. Hardly a party.”

Spock frowned. “The doctor is coming over?”

“Of course. We can’t have a Not a Christmas in July Party without Bones.”

“I believe Doctor McCoy might be bringing a plus one,” Vanik said after clearing his throat.

“Oh, right.” Jim laughed. “Just a small gathering.”

“But it is not a party?” Spock asked.

“No, of course not.” Jim leaned down and kissed Spock’s forehead. “Vanik, help me with the decorations.

Spock sighed and gritted his teeth, returning to grade the tests.