Captain's log - Stardate 2261.981
I spent the whole of Christmas day being pampered and generally spoiled rotten by my consort. I didn't even know Bones could cook beyond the basic soup and sandwich stuff - he says he learned at his grandmother's side and didn't want to say anything in case he'd forgotten something vital. Which, it turns out, was why Chapel had been here - she'd learned her cooking skills from her own Southern grandmother and Bones has wanted her opinion on some measurements.
I believe that I could really start to like Christmas.
