Can we just stop for a minute here and appreciate the fact that Spock, an individual who has so steeped himself in Earth culture that he can recognize theatre and poetry by a single recited line, discern composers and artists from hundreds of years ago by penmanship or brushstroke, and recite just about any historical scientific discovery along with how it works, somehow still thought that Jim could just up and get him a six-pound block of platinum in 1930 on a contract labourer’s salary?
“It’s six pounds of platinum, Jim. How much could it cost, ten dollars?”
I think the best thing about Amok Time is that it is canon that satisfying the Pon Farr is equivalent to marriage on Vulcan. Usually this is done with sex, and since T’Pring challenged the winner would have gotten to marry her via sex while the loser would have been dead…
but since Jim didn’t die, spock satisfied his Pon Farr with him, AND he did no frickle frackle with T’Pring, for all intents and purposes, Jim and Spock are canonically married by Vulcan law.
And idk I just picture that the next time T’Pau calls spock she’s just like “and how fares your husband” and spock is just like “hold up what husband.”
T’Pau: “your husband. James Kirk.”
Spock: “gRANDMOTHER THE CAPTAIN IS NOT MY HUSBAND. YOU ARE MIXING UP THE ENGLISH WORDS AGAIN.”
T’Pau: “You rolled with him in the sands and did not die. He lives and therefore he is your husband. You rOLLED WITH HIM IN THE SACRED SANDS GRANDSON. Also your father and mother believe he is. Your mother has knitted him sweaters.”
