Now that's the Spock that he knows, the serene, stoic expression on the Vulcan's face hiding his satisfaction at throwing his t'hy'la off-balance. There are a dozen things that Jim could say to try to save his dignity, but he says none of them, a small smile tugging at his lips as he follows.

"It would, thank you. Assuming, of course, that there are no more festive surprises there, too."