"Ashaya.” Spock’s voice is severe.
“What?” Jim’s voice is innocent.
“You should not give them chocolate milk.”
“What makes you think I did?”
“There is a trail of chocolate milk drops dribbling across the floor.”
“Maybe I dribbled it.” Jim bats his lashes.
“I doubt that.” Spock’s lips twitch. “Your mouth is far more…skilled than that, and you seldom…dribble.”
Jim grins and decides to distract Spock from his poor parenting skills.
Spock willingly allows himself to be distracted.
Jim doesn’t dribble. Spock is thoroughly distracted.
In their pen, two tribbles purr and lick chocolate milk from their chops.