Jim gladly orders a honey apple tart, something that should pair well with the champagne. It's not Rosh Hashanah, but whatever, he doesn't think the symbolism is out of place. And apples are one of his favorite foods.

He chuckles a little at Hunter's question, and digs out his communicator, flipping through his text messages to show the other man. Two, in particular. One simply says, Congratulations, Captain. The other says, much more eloquently, five years in space god help me jim.

"I think they started with senior crew first," he adds out loud. "I got these right before heading here."