He waved off her apology, not quite trusting himself to say anything more about that little incident. It was inappropriate and should never have happened. So he busied himself getting the last of dinner ready and nodded as she spoke. "It'll be good for business too. We'll put you in a red dress or something, get a mike stand... I'll see if I can get there early a few days so we can catch the rush of people wanting to warm up after spending the day buying presents."

It was an idea he'd toyed with, and while Uhura's diner was doing relatively well, Jim was sure Mr. Uhura wouldn't mind the extra cash in his till. "We could even talk your old man into doing a late afternoon special with mulled wine and those sticky cinnamon buns. Hot cocoa for the kiddies, refills are half price. What do you think?"

He turned and put the pot he'd mixed the pasta and sauce in on the table, then gestured for her to sit.