"Didn't realize you were a damn magician," McCoy grumbles, though Hunter will know by now that it's his default mood and not any kind of actual annoyance.

Spock regards Hunter with calm thoughtfulness, also reflecting on the lack of a second hovercar on Kirk family property. But he says nothing about it, inclining his head slightly. "Greetings, Hunter."

With Uhura's help, Jim brings the drinks out into the living room, still decorated with rather outdated furniture but at least it's clean. The strong scent of McCoy's black coffee mingles with the spicier scent of Spock's tea, and Uhura herself has some kind of yellow fruit punch. Jim takes a seat on one of the couches, not truly comfortable on the ancient padding, but drawing his comfort from the company instead.