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"Be a darling, grab me another cocktail, won't you?"
La'an rolls her eyes, but it's Pelia; they'd all do anything for her, even if sometimes she's a little... unorthodox.
The party is swinging on into the night, a combination of sheer relief Christine and Spock didn't get married and an exhausted crew needing to let its collective hair down.
(La'an's never been very good at that.)
"Don't tell anyone," Pelia says (with a tap to La'an's nose) when she returns, "but you're my favourite," and pecks her on the lips.
La'an will never tell a soul how touched she is.