Spock politely obliged, taking that which Uhura left behind and setting them gently on the dining table. When everything had migrated, Spock got the wine bottle and poured both Uhura and himself half-full glasses. He smiled at the table and didn't sit until she took a seat first. "I can't remember the last time I ate in a home at a table. I usually eat in front of the computer." The last time he'd sat down for a proper meal like this probably had been years ago and with his parents. It felt strange, but nice.