Things that only happen in university towns

Coming out of the lunchtime Mass, I was engaged in conversation about codicology by one of the other parishioners, and learned how to find out what part of a goat a given piece of parchment comes from (there's a dark mark down its spine and in its oxters, apparently).

Putting on Civvies

Look! It's fic! And there are no Anglo-Catholics!

In fact, it's shameless, fluffy, pre-ship Spock/Uhura fluff. And I'm not even ashamed of it.

Movie-verse, pre-film. 1134 words. Did I mention that it's embarassingly fluffy?

( Vulcan has three second-person pronouns )