[Jim leans around the partial wall that hides the majority of the kitchen from the entryway, drying his now-washed hands with a towel. That grin from earlier is still firmly in place.]

Bones! Glad you could join us, but you can stop giving Spock the shifty-eyes. I promise he's harmless. Instead of giving him weird looks, you oughta be complimenting me on my learned life skills. [Here he gestures at the table that, while admittedly set by Spock, showcases food that he made. All by himself. And it's healthy.]

Now sit, eat, both of you. I'll be out in a sec with salad toppings.