Jim's muffin isn't quite as fragrant, but it's got bacon in it, so as far as he's concerned, it tastes fantastic. And he is quite curious about Shade-Seeker's chosen meal, because boy howdy does that smell spicy. Good God.

He sips at his mocha while he considers how to answer. "I don't disagree with anything you've said," he decides at last. "Your argument's a sound one. And even though I'm the captain, Starfleet isn't military or a dictatorship or anything, so he's more than welcome to suggest additional safety measures for the ship. But that's where the constructional part of the complaining comes in, doesn't it? He tends to get too obsessed with the 'what ifs' to think about the 'what could be' part."