Well, it depends on the posterior. I'm sure if anyone's could it would be yours. You are exceptionally bright, after all. [ There, that counts as a compliment. Sort of. Except he means it as anything but, as the teasing edge to his words makes plenty clear.

Grabbing his breakfast, he turns to Spock, waiting for her to lead the way to the table they usually take up. It's empty, as it usually is, probably because everyone on board the ship is used to this routine of theirs, by now. ]

Fine, then. Almost everything. A lot of things. That work for you?