“These clothes seem just as appropriate as the previous ones,” said Sarek, as uncertain as a Vulcan would allow himself to sound. “Why must I provide an opinion on them?”
Amanda crossed her arms. “Because I value your opinion, Sarek,” she said. “And because, tonight, on our anniversary, I want to wear something that pleases you.”
“Very well,” he said, steepling his fingers. “Given my knowledge of your current wardrobe, I would suggest that you wear the blue velvet dress. The color suits you particularly well, and the tactile sensation of the material is preferable.”
She beamed, and kissed him.