He just wanted a sandwich! Scott can't avoid hearing a conversation at a table just around the kitchen wall.
"No, lighter. You don't have to press there so hard."
A pause.
"Oh, oh. Much better. Good now stick your finger in there—No! Stop! OH…."
"I have caused damage." A sharp male intake of breath, appalled. "Saliva?"
"Mmm-hmm. Spit sticks it together. Oh, Scotty?"
The knife he held nearly flung into the air as he jumped.
"Aye! Ah! Yes, Lieutenant?"
"Come here."
"Erm…?"
"Can you fold an origami crane?"
"Ah, indeed I can, Lieutenant."
"I need help teaching Commander Spock."