Be Silently Drawn

But there she was. It was like a magnet, or something, there had to be a logical but awfully silly explanation behind her visits.

It was probably the margaritas. 

Like the one she held between her fingers as she sat by her own, her foot tapping at the air to the rhythm of a song. Quite catchy, dare she say— oh, Jesus. Was that the guitar boy?

"Hey," she called from her spot, raising her glass. "Just don’t fall to the floor."

Swaying a little, he drained his glass and skipped over to join Don, setting his empty on the table behind her. "How are you?" He blinked slowly, tilting his head and looking at her like an expectant puppy. " What's that you're drinking?"

"Indeed," he said slowly, turning once more to the plant. Despite the other’s hypothesis, it seemed content enough with the sound of their voices. 

If he could have rolled his eyes, then Spock would have done so.

Eiros' smile was probably the brightest it had been in a while as the Commander interacted with Groot. He'd had a feeling that the stoic First Officer may have a whimsical side at times. Then again, Mr. Spock could just be humouring the crazy Betazoid.

He hummed softly at the Vulcan words, liking the sound. He could manage the very basics in a few languages thanks to his Mother, but had never attempted to speak the Commander's native language. Instead he stuck to his own and returned the greeting in his native tongue. "Good day, Commander."

Spock leaned closer, almost imperceivable so, if only to scan the specimen. One he had never seen nor was he familiarized with. The plant merely rustled again. 

"Surely a greeting will not affect its dancing routine," he said.

He thought for a moment, usually he'd say there was no harm in asking, but his recent run in with Starfleet Command had left him feeling rebellious. "Ah, to hell with the rules, so long as the rock isn't dangerous why shouldn't you bring it aboard. They'll likely have us study them anyway." Glancing around the room, he was suddenly struck by how busy it was and he nervously chewed his lip; so far the background noise from the crew's feelings was dulled, probably due to his own running high.

"You have pet rocks? My brother had a pet rock, he named her Ophelia." Toye smiled at the memory, wondering if Ophelia was still a part of his brother's life. He hadn't seen his sibling in a long while.