He's not the only one at this table who has now experienced such a thing, but fortunately, that isn't on Jim's mind at the moment. He hesitates a moment, idly fidgeting with his half-empty coffee cup. There's not much point in not being honest, not with a man who has fairly literally looked at his soul, who knows Jim better than most people in the universe now."It's my mom. She's going to be on Earth in a couple weeks and she wants to meet up." He's not terribly enthused about the idea, and he looks up at Spock uncertainly. "I asked you before about my dad... Did my mom and I get along, where you're from?"