#commandertonystark

[cmdrtpol-blog]

T'pol! Excuse my bluntness, though that actually might be endearing given you're a Vulcan- I was wondering, A) Do you like Chinese food? I like Chinese food. Total and utter sucker for chow mein, that and eating with chopsticks is both a thrill and entertainment. B) I'm fascinated by Vulcan Cardio-Phenomena, particularly the physiological conscious techniques employed to govern heart-rate on demand, as a Science Officer and Vulcan - I believe you have both a knowledge and an interest. So, date?

T'Pol blinked, staring at Columbia's chief engineer with something that might be considered mild surprise on a Human. Was she correct in assuming that Stark was pursuing some sort of romantic interest in her? Despite her fondness for Humans as a whole, the idea of dating another engineer who acted appallingly childlike held no appeal. "I am unskilled with chopsticks," she confessed, focusing on the easiest part of his statement. After all, the English language was ambiguous about the term "date"--it was possible that Stark was asking in a platonic manner. "And dinner would not be ideal conditions to discuss techniques to control heart rate," she pointed out.

[cmdrtpol-blog]

"Sub? Commander T'pol? I don't know, this whole 'rank' thing is beneath me anyways. Might I ask what brings you here to the humble engineering deck of the Columbia? Something tells me it wasn't the fresh nachos, or the devilishly handsome Chief Engineer."

T'Pol's eyebrow rose dangerously. Were all Starfleet engineers this irritating? "Commander," she told him crisply. "I'm here to help with the upgrades. Certainly you were apprised of this at some point?"