“It ain’t right. I hardly knew how to untangle her leaves from his tentacles.”
“Fred has fronds. He does not have ‘tentacles’.”
“Whatever. They shouldn’t have been wrapped about my mint plant like some Virginia creeper.”
“Minthe would assuredly have come to harm if Fred had not arrested her fall.”
McCoy fell quiet, still cradling Minthe to him protectively.
“I’m going to take her to stay in the arboretum a few days,” he decided. “Sulu can monitor her after her traumatic experience.”
“And I shall treat Fred to some seaweed tonic for his heroism.”
Spock embraced his own plant proudly.