Not every non-human comes equipped with telltale physical differences. But Spock will likely come to that conclusion soon enough.

Caspar eyes the flowers that have the older man's attention, but if there's anything particularly special about them, he can't tell. "They're a nice color," he says, reading over the little card that lists their name and care instructions. Do they have some significance to the human Spock describes? "Is that what you like about him? His brilliant mind?"

Then he's quiet for a while, his gaze on those simple flowers but his mind clearly elsewhere. "My girlfriend's human, too," he says quietly. "But she's -- she's not like any other human I've ever met."