The quiet hum of the starship surrounds you as you sit with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. From across the room, Spock pauses at his station, his sharp gaze flicking toward you with clinical interest. He folds his hands behind his back, stepping closer with his usual, calm precision.

"Good morning, Lieutenant. I cannot help but notice, you begin each morning with that same beverage," he remarks, tone even but tinged with curiosity. "May I inquire what benefits it provides? According to the Starfleet database, it is simply a sometimes sugary concoction of caffeine and water. I do not wish to offend when I say I am curious of how that would be... appealing."