"Okay but is it an Opinion when I'm right though?" Jim's voice is a little muffled when he answers because he is mid-pulling off his shirt when he does. Because see, Jim likes to be right. Actually, factually correct not just right because he says so. He likes being the best. Of course it's impossible to compete with Spock in a lot of the scientific fields - especially given how few of those Jim is even taking. But there's plenty of other places Jim can compete with him.

And where Jim isn't competing with Spock? He's competing with Everyone Else.

He glances over and grins when he spies Spock watching him strip, but by then he's too far into it to bother making it a show, so better to finish up and join him.

"Yeah I've noticed that. Not a big fan? I usually have some candy in my desk as an emergency study snack if you ever want some. I'm not Weak for desserts or anything the way some people are but every so often it's a good treat."

Speaking of treats, Jim grins to be handed the other shake. He's been promising himself one of these for weeks now. Finally found the time to hike out there.

"Aw man hell yes." Milkshake? Check. Fries? Check. Boyfriend? Enjoying both. Jim is winning so hard right now.

"Gaila's goddamn thrilled about the formal dance and etiquette class by the way. I think we spent most of the trip chatting about it. She's been looking at the options for formal uniform styles all week apparently. I haven't bothered looking to order mine yet."