As far as dinners go, it's the best one he's had in a while. Being on a five year deep space mission with not a lot of chances for a real home-cooked meal will do that. Once they're done, he helped with collecting the plates and cleaning up.

Jim headed out for some air on the porch after, still more than a little bit floored by everything. He turned back to the door when it opened.

"Hey," Jim started, offering a small, crooked grin. "Sorry, just---needed some air." A beat. "Guess a big part of me is still waiting to wake up or something."