The long, slender parcel lay tantalisingly on their bedroom table, addressed in Spock's graceful, spiky handwriting:
/Jim, my t'hy'la: I love you./
Kirk unwrapped it eagerly and looked bewildered at the flower within. Then he laughed and went in search of Spock.
The science officer was on the bridge, trying to look busy. At the sound of the turbolift, though, he looked up and hastily stepped forward.
"Spock...", Kirk said, brandishing the strange flower in a puzzled fashion. But, relenting, he put it on his chair, crossed to his lover and embraced him.
"I love you too, my green carnation."