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Tuvok stared at the unfamiliar blue and silver cylinder in front of him as he wielded his knife. "I have never seen anything quite like this."
"Come on, just cut it already," Janeway urged. "It's a birthday cake, not a bomb."
The Vulcan's expression suggested that he'd prefer to be dealing with an explosive. "Do these pastries tend to be so…shiny?"
"Not always. I came up with the recipe myself."
Tuvok's eyes widened almost imperceptibly. "You did? That seems…unnecessary." He gave the cake an investigative poke with his knife.
Janeway shrugged. "It was no trouble for a good friend."
"Well…thank you, captain. I appreciate the sentiment." Tuvok cut into the cake and placed the first slice on a plate in front of her. She tried to hand it back to him, but he shook his head. "I insist."
"Alright." Janeway picked up a fork and lifted a bite to her mouth. Tuvok watched as she chewed…
And then gagged, grabbed a napkin, and spit it out. "Oh," she choked out. "Oh, no." She grabbed the rest of the cake and carried to the replicator. "Don't eat that; it's terrible."
Tuvok merely raised an eyebrow. "What a shame."