Smiling, his chuckles remain locked in his chest but his eyes crinkle in amusement.

"On behalf of all Jim Kirks, someone get us the hell out of bed so we can make ourselves useful finding Captain Janeway a decent pot of coffee. Boldly shopping where no one has shopped before." Mild coughing stirs, but he keeps it down. "There's a place in San Francisco, a small shop. I got supplies for all-nighters there while at the Academy, you'd like it. They had this African blend that had me up for two days straight."