Spock always knew to trust Jim and his intuition and right now he really wanted to but something was irking him. There was a very faint smell in the air of the shuttle, he was just able to detect it and he knew it wasn't meant to be there. Jim kept telling him it was nothing and smiling at him with that smile of his.
"I believe we should run a scan and try and detect the faint smell."
"It's nothing, Spock, trust me."
"Jim?"
"Okay, okay, I packed us treats to enjoy on our holiday and they're lightly aromatic."