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[personal profile] finalfrontiersman 2025-01-10 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jim offers Spock a lazy grin - or an approximation of one, because surely he's faking the slacker routine, right? Spock's look back at him would be blank, to anyone else, but Jim is reasonably confident he can parse out the unspoken criticism. He seems to thrive on it, in fact, toying with another piece of popcorn, held between thumb and forefinger. ] You bet your ass they are. Essential, actually, whole thing crumbles apart without it.

[ It might sound like a joke, especially when combined with the amused twist to Jim's mouth, but when he drops all four legs of the chair back to the floor, the energy shift to something far more engaged is apparent. Jim fixes Spock with an intent look, passion and intelligence working in concert behind blue eyes. ] A paper isn't just about facts, it's an opportunity to make the person reading it care about what you're saying. The pun is a hook, something to make us stand out at a glance. Mnemonics have a proven increase in learning and recall by roughly 20% in humans.

[ Jim opens his hand, the popcorn kernel sitting on the flat of his palm. He picks it up with the other, holding it up to eye level. ] Remarkable, isn't it? Federation's most renewable resource. This baby is used as raw fuel for so many things, including replicators - so, most of our food and material supply - produced en masse right here on Earth. It's easy to grow, stupidly easy to replenish, and ecologically-friendly.

[ Jim turns the popped kernel to the side, as if to examine every angle of it. ] Now imagine what we could do if we were able to streamline hydroponic production of this bad boy for deep space travel. How far we could go, Spock! Uncharted space!

[ Jim pops the kernel into his mouth, reaching over with the other hand - the one holding the bag of popcorn he's been munching on - offering it to Spock with a cheeky grin. The reason for it becomes obvious a moment later when he says (sounding unreasonably pleased with himself): ] A-maize-ing, right?