"Hey, toast is more difficult than people think. All it takes is a single moment—" he snapped his fingers to emphasize his point. "And it's burnt! Overdone! Burnt might work on a chip, but not on toast."

He shook his head and nudged Bones gently with his elbow, but didn't remove himself from his spot half-cuddled into the man.

"My speciality, if you must know... is pancakes," he declared after a sufficiently dramatic pause (because what is James T. Kirk without a little bit of drama?).