When she's giving that smarmy toast, if it wasn't to a roomful of holograms programmed to suck up to her ego... They would have been rolling their eyes, booing and hissing.
SEVEN: To the newest member of our crew. May all her desires be fulfilled except for one, so she'll always have something to strive for.
ALL: Hear, hear.
SEVEN: And may she inherit a sense of logic from her mother.
KIM: I'll drink to that.