The small package is left outside the door to her quarters with only a small note attached.
Carol --
It's pretty tough to find good chocolate in space, you know. That's why I always smuggle a few of my favorites aboard whenever we go on longer missions. Just don't tell Jim. He'll steal them all for himself. They make these back in Georgia -- best you'll ever find.
Consider it a gift.
-- Len
The afformentioned package is plucked from her doorstep with aptly gentle and curious hands that probe and turn over the bag of chocolates so that she can better examine the contents. Apparently he wasn't kidding. Despite her decidedly humble frustrations, Carol can't seem to help the budding smile on her lips as she reads the note, a doctor's chaotic scrawl (characteristic of the profession, it would seem) that she can only barely decode.
Len.
she makes a mental note to pick up some nice bourbon the next time shore leave rolls around before disappearing into her quarters with her gift, and a skip in her step that wasn't there before.
