Jim was about to respond to Gaila about the Very Important mission he was on to provide the good people of this Enterprise with real drinks, when he heard the laughter, and then Tom's voice.

"Well, we don't call them that, to start. Food synthesizers. Uses a programmed card to give you choices, I would know cause Bones sometimes tortures me with salads and no coffee," he says, giving a grin. "I'd never turn down help." He's sure Gaila wouldn't either.

Jim lowers his voice a little and looks between them. "What we're trying to get into is real alcohol, because I may start crying into my fake whiskey if I have to drink another drop of that synthehol crap."