A healthy and logical idea. One that makes the look stop altogether. Spock is satisfied with this turn of events. Once they've both obtained their respective meal choices and taken their seats Spock considers the magic all around them that must be necessary to have such a feast of this scale exist.

The floating candles. The decorations that glimmer and twinkle and move about the trees.

"I don't know that I've accepted magic as the source of all of this, though I have come to accept that is what it is called by its users."