"You can put whatever you want in the food," Gibbs smirked, reaching to grab a third onion to add to the two he had. He trusted that Jaqueline had a good head on her shoulders. From the short time he had spent with her, she seemed a good balance of Jenny and himself. She had her mother's spunk, and knew how to throw his own flavor of wit around. And he was perfectly content with that.
"Did your mother teach you to cook? She always had a knack for things I didn't."