Jim sighed as he flexed his fingers in the warming gloves. His lips quirked up very slightly, which was a welcome sign.
“How was your dinner?”
“It was agreeable,” Spock replied. “But not agreeable enough to distress you. I was not thinking.”
“I’m all right.”
“Indeed,” Spock agreed, for it was easier for them both if he said so. “Cream of wheat tonight?”
“I’d rather have a donut.”
“After you finish the cereal.” Spock made to begin the preparations. It occurred to him that sometimes Jim was like a little child. He was reminded of the child they’d raised together.