Jim had been expecting a fairly uneventful night spent alone in his new apartment. The first night's candle burns in his window as he finishes the small dinner he's put together for himself, just a few cheesy latkes and a sufganiyah he'd picked up downtown. The delivery of the penguin comes as a surprise, though given its behavior, he can take a good guess who sent it.

A small smile touches his lips as he watches it waddle around, and his interest only sharpens when it unfolds to reveal the note. He picks it up, examining the words in mild puzzlement. A riddle? "Hunter, what are you up to?" he murmurs out loud, not really expecting an answer.

He with Endless Patience... hmm. It's really the 'logic' part that tips him off, as well it should. Time to check in with Spock.