The secret of how much it cost Jim would stay a secret until the day he died, as far as he was concerned. He grew up most of his life being a refuge on his own planet or a bum, and he just didn't see the need for a lot of money. He got more credits as Captain than he could think to really spend, and on a five year mission no where to really spend it. He'd rather have the peace of mind that came with having this cabin, where he wanted good memories to fill and come with him back out into space, than a bunch of credits sitting going to waste.

Besides, it was a gift to himself as much as it was to Bones. This, unlike any place on Earth, felt like home. It was small, just big enough for the two of them to live comfortably, and everything inside was neat, clean, simple, but had an air of luxury in the softness of fabrics, the grain of wood, the texture of stone. Jim couldn't have approved more.

"Couldn't eat another bite," Jim said with a rub of his stomach, stretching backwards over the back of his seat. "Think we need to go shopping if we're gonna have a party here tomorrow?" He closed his eyes, trying to remember everything in the fridge. "We don't have any liquor at all I noticed."