"You know you want to," Booth replied in a sing song voice before heading into the restraunt after her. The smell of fresh pizza filled the room and he headed for the counter, stomach growling. "What're you in the mood for?"
The grin remained. "It was weighing on my shoulders like you wouldn't believe, Gracie. I'm glad I've told the truth now."
The laughter returned. While Booth had some respect, he couldn't see many of them wanting to indulge in pizza and beer. "How were you not an outcast after that move?" he asked. "Don't they have a thing against fatty foods like pizza?"