A/N: Thank you for your reviews and favouriting this story. This should be the last installment (for real, I mean it this time). Enjoy.

Brynn

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Grease

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"Nam-tor la-wak tan," Jim claimed.

"Nam-tor la-wak ta'an," Spock argued, gazing into Jim's eyes.

Jim laughed. "The present is a present is a present."

Spock raised an eyebrow. "Has this become a game of wit?"

"Too much math there to make it a word game," Jim professed, shrugging one shoulder.

Spock contemplated for a few moments. His eyebrow gradually sank until both were in alignment. Eventually, he decided on saying: "Lowercase oh, underscore, zero."

Jim's jaw dropped. "That was so meta of you…"

"I applied the logic of-"

"The three-dimensional chess," Jim filled in breathlessly. Then a blithe grin spread over his face. "Less than three, Spock."

There was a pause, while the audience tried to wrap their heads around the exchange. Then Spock flushed viridian, and most of them decided they did not want to know.