"Not even a guess, I'm sure," Christine said, walking to the replicator. "Excuse me, hypothesis." She paused, thinking, before punching in an order for two sandwiches. They could eat those easily enough on the bed, and not have to bother with utensils.

She brought the sandwiches back and offered one to Spock before rejoining her. "No cinnamon, I promise," she assured her, smiling.