It worried him only a little that her comment on her work ending up a pile of dust left him wondering how anybody could be expected to find an identity off of that. Maybe Goodman had been right and Booth was trying to stifle an inner squint, the horror. "Yeah, that's a perk," he replied.
"You can't. They never seem to fit right," Booth protested. "I can't garuntee that but usually the pizza and wings is pretty damn good." It was nice just to talk, not feel any obligations or stress of needing to know what to do next. If only for the night before he jumped back into investigation the next day. It was something.
His eyebrow rose questioningly at the giggle. "I hit something?" he asked. "They probably had the silent days off. Imagine the teenagers that couldn't text every single minute of their personal lives to their friends. Now that's downright tragic."