That felt unnecessary, but she was on a roll and it stopped her taking offense.

"It'd be nice if I could hear a little more of it from you right now, Kirk. Maybe you think ~destiny~ is gonna fix you up again, but I'm not so sure. Heck, I would rather pass on the private island and sort out your stupid life myself than leave it to cha - "

There was a sort of clattering sound she couldn't place, and she looked around. Near where Kirk was standing, on the arm of the couch furthest from her, three cookies had materialized on a plate.