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We must have encountered a temporal distortion, because suddenly it's night and Bones is clanging a triangle for dinner. Kirk laughingly tells him to "cut it out" since they're right there, "and we're starving," and he sticks his nose job into the pot on the fire. Spock leans in to examine the food and asks, "Bipodal seeds, doctor?" "Beans, Spock!" Bones corrects him. "But no ordinary beans -- they're from an old Southern recipe handed down to me by my father, and if you stick your Vulcan nose up at these, you're not only insulting me but generations of McCoys." Spock says that he has little choice but to sample McCoy's beans; he takes a bite and says, "Surprisingly good. It does have a flavoring I'm not familiar with." Bones grins and says it's a secret ingredient. Kirk asks if he has any more of that "secret ingredient," and Bones passes a flask over. Spock raises an eyebrow, "Am I to understand that your secret ingredient is alcohol?" "Whisky, Tennessee whisky, Spock," Bones informs him. "Care for a snort?" "Beans and whisky, an explosive combination," Kirk says, and Spock makes a mental note not to sleep in the captain's tent that night. Kirk, channeling his Iowa frat days, says, "Do you think Spock can handle it?" Bones cracks that Spock's Vulcan metabolism would allow him to eat a bowl of termites and still be okay. Spock retaliates with, "As you're so fond of pointing out, Doctor, I'm half human." "Well, it certainly doesn't show," Bones says patronizingly. "Thank you," Spock zings. Bones comments that Spock never changes. Kirk takes a swig of whisky and exhales. You know, outside of Hollywood, I don't think I've ever seen anyone drink whisky and do that dramatic exhaling thing that male actors always seem to do. Abruptly, Bones switches from convivial jocularity to drunken anger as he tells Kirk he nearly gave him a heart attack with his mountain-climbing stunt. Anyone else think Bones has been partaking of the secret ingredient all afternoon? They have some trite talk about life, death, et cetera, and Kirk says he knew he wouldn't die that afternoon because the two of them were with him, and he's always been certain that when he dies, he'll be alone. Bones points out the irony that they spend so much time together as shipmates, but when shore leave comes, they still decide to spend it together. "Other people have families," Bones says by way of explaining the irony to himself. "Other people, Bones, not us," Kirk says, for some reason determined to make himself into this tortured, isolated figure. Spock plays with something that looks like a bunch of rolled-up magazines, and out pops a marshmallow. Apparently, Spock researched camping-out customs and learned that toasting marshmallows is a required activity. "Tell me Spock, what do we do after the marshmallows?" Bones asks, in a voice I found oddly sinister. "We consume them," Spock explains. "I know we consume them, I mean after that," Bones says. What exactly is he driving at? "I believe we are required to engage in a ritual known as the sing-along," Spock says. Just as long as they don't engage in the barbaric male ritual of putting out the campfire, they can sing all they like. They discuss various songs before settling on "Row, Row, Row Your Boat." Well, I guess they couldn't very well sing "If I Had A Hammer" or "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds," since Nimoy and Shatner already covered them on their albums. Kirk and Bones make a hash out of singing it in rounds and then ask why Spock isn't singing. "I was trying to comprehend the meaning of the words," Spock says with furrowed brow. This enrages Bones, and he sputters, "It's a song, you green-blooded Vulcan!" Good one. Ouch. That cut deep. McCoy shouts that the important thing isn't the words but that they have a good time. "Oh, I am sorry, Doctor," Spock says contritely. "Were we having a good time?" "God, I liked him better before he died!" Bones says to Kirk.