I'll let you be the one to tell them that, okay?

[She's been trying for four years to curb Jim Kirk's flighty nature, all to no avail. If Spock thinks he can do better, she's going to let him do his best and watch him crash and burn with a drink in her hand and a laugh on her lips. She needs more things in her life to amuse herself with, and that would be a prime contender.

Spock takes a bite out of the milk chocolate and stills, and if Len were a betting woman (she is), she would put money on the micro expression he just made being akin to a baby's grimace when they first try a slice of lemon. It takes real self-restraint to keep from laughing aloud. She knows if she did, Spock would just get huffy, assuming she was laughing at him (she would be), and wouldn't be able to see the humor in the situation. To stop herself from chuckling some more, she takes another sip of her synthehol, and shrugs when he drops the white chocolate to reach for the dark square.]

I dunno, Spock, you're going to have to give me specifics. I don't really know what kinds of candy the crew discuss in their downtime.