"A cake, definitely a cake! What's his favorite frosting?"
"I think it's chocolate."
"Few months back chef had his celebration of desserts around the galaxy and Trip ate two thirds more covered with vanilla."
T'Pol sips her tea, trying to concentrate on the padd, ignoring the planning for Commander Tucker's birthday. As a Vulcan the concept of celebrating the day your mother gave birth with cake, games, and balloons was foreign.
"Perhaps someone should ask Commander Tucker?" She chides in.
"And ruin the surprise!?" The best course of action would be to return focus on the padd, so she does.