"Just as you say, Jim. I would like to continue the reconnaissance and further study necessary to determine what exactly fuels these phenomena."

But not until after they've finished their meals. The soup is quite satisfactory and Spock quiets down while he busies himself with his food. One could almsot call him pleased. Sitting at a table for two with his bondmate enjoying the labors of a strange unstudied force in a world ripe with opportunities for learning and exploration.

Where else would the two of them be?