"Alright." Spock watched Uhura walk away with the dishes, deflating a little but figuring it not worth him pushing too much to be polite.
He lit the fire with a swiftness that suggested it wasn't the first time he'd done so before and then took a seat on her couch. Again, he found himself glancing around the living room, trying to find hidden meaning in the arrangement of the furniture and knowing there probably wasn't much to discern from something so trivial. Patiently, he waited for her to join him.