Finally the continuation

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To say Jim was nervous to have dinner with Spock’s parents was an understatement. In less than a week, though, he’d be bringing Spock home with him to Riverside to meet Winona and have Thanksgiving, so he guessed they were somewhat even.

Not that his mom was even half as intimidating as Sarek was. His expression seemed to always be somewhat pinched. Set in disproval. Spock assured him that he was imagining it but Jim wasn’t so sure.

A vegetarian restaurant had been chosen since Jim was the only one who ate meat, apparently, Amanda having given it up when she’d married Sarek and moved to Vulcan.

Jim wasn’t generally picky so he was okay with whatever.

“Spock tells us you met at the chess club.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Jim had decided to order a beer even though the other three did not have any alcohol. He took a big gulp, realized he had foam all over his lips, and quickly wiped it off with a napkin. “I’m not in the club anymore though.”

Amanda gave him a quizzical look. “Why is that?”

“Oh.” Jim blinked, glanced at Spock, and ducked his head.

Spock cleared his throat. “Due to some unpleasant members, Jim and I both  no longer participate.”

“That’s unfortunate. I know how you like to play.”

“Since Jim is the best opponent I have faced, it is not a hardship.”

Sarek arched a brow. “Other than me, I would assume.”

“Yes, of course, Father,” Spock said, demurely.

“Meeting Spock is the best part of having joined the club,” Jim said quickly. “How long are you on Earth?”

Amanda laughed. “Are you trying to get rid of us?”

“No, no, I—”

“I’m teasing, Jim. No need to be so nervous and apprehensive. I assure you that neither myself nor my husband bite. Our intention is to return to Vulcan after the Terran holiday season, in January.” She smiled. “I understand your birthday is in early January.”

“Yes. But generally we don’t celebrate it.”

“I can certainly understand why, but if you are not too bothered by the idea, we would love to take you to dinner for it.”

Jim smiled. “Thanks. That sounds nice.”

“Spock says you are going to Riverside in a few days to celebrate Thanksgiving with your mom. I bet you’re looking forward to that.”

He laughed. “Maybe. My mom can be pretty enthusiastic when about people I date.”

“Have you dated many?” Sarek asked, politely.

“Er. No. I mean not that many I’ve, uh, introduced to my mom.” He reached for a sliced vegetable “fry” that was on a platter in the middle of the table and shoved it in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to talk.

But as he swallowed it, the voices of Spock and his parents faded away to background noise. He struggled to breathe and his throat began to close up.

Spock’s concerned face appeared in his vision and Jim pointed to his throat, then he passed out.