"Bunny Serenity!"

The extra-dimensional exile still wasn't used to being called that. Serena Usagi also wasn't used to hearing her Vulcan roommate at Starfleet Academy shout.

"Geez, Saavik! You scared the life out of me!"

There were times that Saavik seemed almost human in her mannerisms. Right then, though, she just seemed pissed off.

"Then I spoke in the correct tone of voice. Bunny---did you purchase the new uniform I gave you access to my Vulcan Embassy account for?"

Shrugging it off in her insufferable way, the once and future Sailor Moon was digging her own grave.

"Ooops--No. Guess I just forgot."

"Then--what did you purchase?"

"errrr--nothing?"

The blonde human was smiling. The brunette Vulcan was not.

"Try again?"

"Errr--something? Something small?"

Saavik opened one of the suitcases that 'Bunny' had packed, as she, Saavik, Peter Kirk and his Academy roommate were to spend Christmas at  Uncle Bill Kirk's ranch in Idaho. She poured out of said suitcase endless wrapped candies, 'Peppermint Nougat', with red and green stripes and a Christmas tree pictured in the middle. There were hundreds, perhaps thousands of the little dental nightmares.

Bunny folded her arms over her chest, nervously awaiting her fate.

"Gee---I sure bought a lot of those, didn't I? They are just sooooo addictive. I can't get those, back in my uni---my hometown."

Right now, her 'hometown' universe of Japanimeopolis was looking better than ever to the heartsick hero. Saavik hit a lot harder than Rei, and she wasn't smiling.

"I went to purchase a gift for my Peter. This holiday means a great deal to both of us. But my access has been denied by Sri Sarek. So guess what I am going to do?"

"Errr--let this all go, and be a real and true pal?"

Saavik whispered. 'Bunny' laughed.

"Don't be silly. Sure, that hurt Peter when you got upset. But that  only works on boys."

Later, at the transport to Idaho, Peter Kirk took note that his Saavik-kam's roommate was thankfully quiet--and walking all hunched over. Oddly, her voice seemed higher, somehow, as well.

For you see, an annoyed Vulcan dealing with Christmas stress will tend to find a way around certain rules.

(A bit cynical, I know. But a day of working X-Mas retail drains you)