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More of this Survival Trek thing, tentatively called Bono Fortuno.

“You’re going to run the battery down to nothing,” Jim comments.

Spock’s eyes don’t leave the padd, but he nods, “Yes.”

He huffs in annoyance, tossing the spice stick away. “What is that, anyway?”

“I am attempting to absorb as much information as the colonists have written about life on this planet,” Spock explains, “It is logical to make use of the available resources. The padd’s battery will lose its charge in 16.6 hour’s time regardless.”

“So what are you learning, then?” Jim asks. “Care to share with the class?”

“There are many wild edibles in this region, during certain times of the year. I would propose that we locate and scan as many of these as possible while our tricorders still hold a charge, that we can be certain which ones a Vulcan and a Human with considerable allergies can safety consume.”

Jim snorted, “I don’t even know all of my stupid allergens.”

“Dr. McCoy supplied me with a list of compounds most likely to trigger your histamine reaction 6.4 years ago.”

“That bastard,” he shook his head, “What the hell ever happened to patient confidentiality?”

“Given the incidents during the diplomacy missions on Vargus II and Omaticaia Prime, I thought it prudent to simply ask, so that I may prevent such instances from occurring in the future. Leonard agreed.”

“Still, the Hippocratic Oath exists.”

“It was merely a list of chemical compounds, Jim. I assure you, I will keep your strictest confidence.” Spock sent him a look, “We both know Leonard’s version of the Oath is more along the lines of—if I have the phrasing correct—‘Do no harm, take no shit.’”