I've fallen asleep over a cup of coffee before, but this is the first time I've awakened to an angel singing…wait a minute. Oh, damn.
It's the middle of the ship's night, and only a dimmed light flows from the galley.
Uhura's feminine alto rings again, Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine—before she breaks into a teasing laugh. "Here…"
Uhura swirls another strawberry through some melted chocolate, and offers it to Spock. He takes a tentative bite, then she kisses him.
"Good?"
Very softly, Spock sings back, I will taste your strawberries.
Uhura grins. "Very nice."