[ He'll make a mental note to cook her something proper, someday. Either on a planet they visit, or back on Earth sometime. Whichever opportunity presents itself first. He won't risk cooking on the ship, there's no point and it could cause issues with the vents.
He smiles, then scoots closer, so he can sit just behind her. One arm wraps around her waist and he kisses her cheek, while singlehandedly he cuts up a few more pieces of the pancake, lifting one of them up to her lips. ]
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He smiles, then scoots closer, so he can sit just behind her. One arm wraps around her waist and he kisses her cheek, while singlehandedly he cuts up a few more pieces of the pancake, lifting one of them up to her lips. ]