Spock took the second cookie with an uncanny amount of impatience in comparison to the first one. They were good. So good, in fact, that he'd nearly forgotten that he was eating with his fingers. How had he never indulged in such sugary goodness before? How had he lived without tasting a human dessert? He didn't know how he'd managed to make it this far in life without experiencing a baked treat.
He ate it quickly, almost in one bite, with no hesitation and little regard to the calorie consequences.
This was very unlike Spock. And he knew it. But part of him, his human part, didn't care.
"Vulcans can be very emotional. So emotional that we cannot control our impulses. That is why we have suppressed our feelings and desires and turn to logic instead. It is much more organized that way. And leaves little room for disruption and pain."
Spock would not deny that there were good emotions. It was only that he could not control the good or the bad. And that could be a very dangerous thing.
"We have eliminated having the good with the bad by not having either at all."
But it was a pity they did not have cookies on Vulcan.