"It smells good." Spock felt nervous, too, but rolled with this. Finally able to get a good glimpse of the food, he regarded it with respect - it looked about right and smelled delicious. In spite of himself, he found it attractive that Uhura was smart and strong and could cook. "My apologies for being a difficult subject to cook for."
As she worked, he watched her from the safety of a few feet away, leaning against a counter with a rigid back. She seemed to have a handle on everything and the last thing he wanted to do was get in her way if she had a system for things. "Have you made it before?"