She was holding his hand. Spock was unsure as to how to proceed. Why was she so exuberant and friendly? Why couldn't she be best friends with someone else? Was there a sparkly sign above his head that said Bother me! I need a friend! or did he just have the misfortune of attracting strange women because of his ears?
He frowned, but he didn't pull away from her. On the contrary, he let her pull him towards these cookies. Maybe sustenance would raise his spirits. Or better. Maybe it would restore his logic. Or, at the very least, clear the headache that had settled in his left temple.
"I will try this cookie of yours, but I do not know about observing a view screen for long periods of time."
Spock would have preferred to take the cookies back out to the courtyard. He wanted to be close to the sky. The inside was too ... confining.