"It's not your fault. He's old enough to be responsible for what he says and does," Booth sighed, some of the anger leaving him as he realized that he'd sounded frustrated with her. That was far from the case.
"I'm sorry. I'm not sure...from the sounds of it, I did something to offend him. With churros of all things," he said dryly as he followed her towards the door. "I didn't mean to make things tense for you."