Bones stopped, turned and stared at Kirk. "Replicated alcohol?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "Sometimes I don't think I know you at all..." he murmured, searching until he found a bottle of something clear. "They always have stuff like this in these lounges," he said, bringing the bottle and two glasses.

Bones sat across from Kirk again. "Yeah, we talked," Bones told him, filling the glasses. "Not sure we actually said much," he added, handing a glass to Kirk.