Peaceful early mornings were the best. There was very little to worry about when you could sit down with a hot cup of tea and a warm slice of toast. Spock slid into the seat opposite, Kirk smiled as his friend looked quizzically at him.
"I did not know you were a lover of toast," he said.
"Nothing beats a bit of toast smothered in jam." Kirk said taking a bite out of a marmalade festooned slice. "You should try some," he said while chewing. The sugary sweetness hit his tongue and he couldn't keep from smiling.
"I have had toast before Jim."
"Yeah, but you haven't tried this," he said pointing at a small pot of ruby coloured jam.
"What is this?" Spock said as he took a piece of toast.
"It's made from Orion plums. Sulu made it," he said as he spread some more on another slice. Spock did the same before taking a delicate bite from the bread. Kirk held his breath as he chewed. Spock swallowed.
"This is indeed good," he said. Such high praise from the Vulcan made him smile. Kirk nodded.
"He makes a great jam," Kirk agreed as he finished off his last round of bread.
"I may have to ask him for some more." Spock said.
"I'm sure Sulu won't mind," he said, "I'll leave the jar with you, I have to be at a briefing in ten minutes." Kirk said rising from the table. Spock nodded and Kirk left, pleased that Spock appreciated the talent of their crew mate.