Three beautiful women sit around a campfire, blankets on their shoulders, hair mussed in the night breezes.. they have been singing a bit of a ditty moments before but as often happens with this trio a little snappishness comes into the picture. "I was trying to comprehend the meaning of the words." --T' Spock "It's a song, you green-blooded...Vulcan. You sing it. The words aren't important, what's important is you have a good time singing it." -- McCoy "Oh, I am sorry, Kitty. Were we having a good time?" -- T'Spock And playfulness abounds..