Kylvunn has a daughter in the Vulcan equivalent of grade school. She has a "pen pal" on Earth. Well, it wouldn't really be practical for her to have an actual pen pal given how far Earth is from Vulcan, but they do communicate by subspace communication (a perk of Kylvunn's role as the local Starfleet base security communications officer). In any case, Kylvunn's daughter learned through her pen pal how all the cool Earth girls were creating their own slime. So of course, she just had to do that too. Being the cool dad he is (nothing illogical about being a cool dad after all 😎), Kylvunn agreed to help her figure out the process. Problem is, Vulcans don't wear contacts as they all receive government-funded refractive surgery (now, that's clearly logical--catch that? "Clearly" logical 😒...um, ok, back to the story then...). No contacts, no contact lens solution. Anyone who has ever tried to make slime knows that IS the key ingredient. Without that,...well, just take a look at poor Kylvunn. But hey, at least he appears to be fully experiencing that other grade school Earth girl fad, ASMR 🤣

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