It was morning before the woman knew it. Her day started average getting showered, getting into her uniform, and having breakfast. The doors to the turbo lift opened before her figure and Pavel by her side. She was struck with the image of asparagus acting as the captain's chair. Jim was leaned to his left, as usual, not paying attention. The two officers went straight into the bridge with attention on different worlds. She could see the more controlled yellow fabric to the uniform. She came to the side of the captain to see that he was in the new uniform with the neck zipper. The asparagus smelled delicious coming from the chair. Jim did not pay attention to what he was sitting in.

"What happened to your chair?" Nyota asked, by the captain's side.

Jim looked up with a relieved look.

"You see it too?" Jim asked. Nyota nodded. "Good. . . I was starting to think I was hallucinating it."

"You are not," Nyotan said, with a small smile.

"I think it might be Bones but we resolved that with the given vegetable problem," Jim said, standing up. He looked about the room with his hands placed on the wide of his waist. Then he raised his voice to the command one. "I have asparagus in my chair, who put asparagus in my chair?" Eyebrows arose in the room as Hikaru appeared to wear one of his usual 'I don't give a rats ass' while Pavel was struggling to keep his cool sitting in the navigational chair fighting back laughter.

Spock looked over in the direction of Jim then to the navigation and helmsmen station.

And suddenly, Pavel erupted in laughter.

The End.