She looked over at him, amused and approving of his recovery. "Someone's gotta tell him that. I don't think he knows."
Doing her best to take in all of this new information without going into overload, she gave a short nod. "Wings. And beer. For me," Gracie added as an afterthought. For once at a loss for words, she simply continued to nod, mildly overwhelmed as she looked out the window, regarding the sights around her without actually seeing them. If what Booth said was true, then that put her in a very, very bad situation. Especially if--
"Okay, now you're just messing with me," Gracie replied stubbornly as she looked over at him, though her expression was conflicted. If she was willing to believe that she had somehow flown five years into the future, it was irrational not to take this in stride as well. But even so...it just wasn't possible. Not by the rules she knew.