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Spluttering a little on the ramen noodles I had just put into my mouth, I covered my mouth to try and hide my shame from drooling chicken broth down my chin after laughing.

Spencer stopped his sentence and looked at me, giving me a sheepish smile. I'd made the mistake of asking him about Star Wars, not expecting him to go off on a tangent about the entire franchise and what didn't work for him in the latest one.

"Sorry, that was my fault, wasn't it?"

"A little," I attempted to say through half a mouthful of food, grabbing the takeaway napkin I'd put on the arm of the chair.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you choke."

I wave my hand dismissively, wiping my mouth and chin with the napkin while finishing my mouthful.

"It's fine, really," I snickered, setting the sheet back down, "it's just funny hearing you ramble about something you're passionate about, Star Trek or not."

"It's just a little frustrating, that's all."

With a sympathetic smile, I reached over and gently patted the back of his hand.

"That's okay, Spence, you're allowed to ignore canon if it doesn't fit to you," I leaned back, rearranging my chopsticks. "Heck, I've ignored entire halves of seasons before."

Spencer gasped, looking at me as if I had just told him that the Earth was flat.

"But isn't that near sacrilegious? Not listening to the writers who, by all intents and purposes, are the Gods of that world."

"Maybe it is, but I don't care if the writing is deemed out of character by my standards," I shrugged, popping another bit of chicken into my mouth.

"So, like the first half of season eight?"

I pointed my chopsticks at him and nodded until I'd finished my mouthful, "Exactly, which is a shame because the trials were fantastic."

He nodded, setting down his fork to reach over and pick up a piece of gyoza, "That's fair reasoning, if not a little biased."

"It's in every human's rights to be biased about something."

"I can accept that."

"Hey, look at me go, I actually got a point with the genius."

"Don't get too used to it."

"I definitely won't," I pouted, "but if you're done ranting about Star Trek now, how about we find something else to chat about?"

"Okay, do you have anything in mind?"

I wrinkled my nose and frowned in thought, slowly nodding my head.

"How about why you're spending a Friday evening cooped up inside, eating take-away with me," I smiled at him.

He laughed, "I thought you would know me well enough to know this is my usual Friday night, except this time I have company."

"You wouldn't rather be hanging out with your work buddies?"

"We go out sometimes, just not tonight and besides, I'm happy sat here talking with you."

"Come on, Spencer, you're an FBI agent, surrounded by some fascinating people and you'd pick me to hang out with? Of all of them?"

"You make that sound peculiar, like you're nothing special."

"I'm nothing compared to Penelope, she's quite a character" I laughed. "Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Go right ahead."

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