"Oh, that's okay," Uhura replied. "I already set the table and the dinner's almost ready. Do you want to open that bottle for us?" She lead Spock to the kitchen and pointed to the corkscrew before returning her attention to the stir fry. She didn't want it to burn.
"Thanks." Uhura's apartment was clean and orderly, almost meticulously so. It had modern decor, lots of whites and blacks with a fireplace and sitting area in one part and the dining room in the other. There was no signs of a television, but that was because Uhura kept it in a lockable closet.