[ Just wait until his next checkup. Bones'll have every right to berate him then, if he finds out his weight is up. Until that time, though, he'll just keep it all bottled up, his frown the only disapproval he continues to direct at the other man. Not only for the audacity, but for the comments that follow.

He sighs. ]

It wasn't that bad, you infant. [ He, of course, has no idea what kind of reaction Jim's having to it, much less how itchy the spot's been getting. The doctor figures it's just him making a big fuss, the same way he makes a fuss whenever he has to inject him with a hypo. ]

You can't get the food synthesizers to make a good anythin'. [ Bones huffs, with a bit of bitterness in the sound. If there's one thing this ship does right, it's keeping a stock of actual food on hand. He never realizes how much he misses it until he's gone so long without. ] They do have espresso though, yeah, and whatever else you can imagine.

[ Not that he would know since he's boring and won't order anything but black coffee. ]