Spock took another sip of his tea, his posture as straight as ever. He nodded at Irina. "Well, it sounds lovely." he smiled.
"I'm looking forward to visiting Earth more often, afterall it should be as much as a home to me as Vulcan was even if I grew up there, my mother grew up here and... it's the only home I have left." he looked downward a moment, a bit sadly thinking about his mother and all of those who had died on Vulcan. The conversation had reached a moment of silence as if honoring those that had passed.
After a moment Spock rose his head a forced a small smile. "You never told me about your parents, Irina. They must be some people to have raised your brothers." he chuckled, raising the ceramic glass to his lips once more.