Phlox regarded his cup of eggnog with some surprise. It definitely agreed with his Denobulan taste buds. The spices warmed him from his Santa hat to the tips of his toenails. According to tradition, there was one punch bowl with alcohol (rum, judging from the empty bottle stashed under the table). The bowl without alcohol was already empty. Phlox didn't have much of a choice, but he didn't mind.
“I hope I replicated the Terran recipe like you remember it, my love.”
He smiled at Feezal and at the matching Santa hat on her head. “Yes, it's delicious.”