They lack the spiced tea that Spock prefers, but he's gotten used to drinking herbal Earth teas back on New Vulcan in the years he's been stranded there and it's no trouble to get a mug of it for himself now as he joins Jim at one of the smaller tables. His eyebrow raises at the small wrapped paper...somethings...sitting in a little basket on the table.

He has no idea what they are. Fascinating.

"I saw a pumpkin soup that looked quite adequate. I will procure a bowl of that as well as a few of the lentil crackers I saw in a basket nearby. And you, Jim?"