She appreciated that. "I sense a story coming on," Gracie prompted him with a grin. "What led them to mulch the lawn with pig? I'm really curious."
The agent noticed both the shift in Booth's facial expression and his enthusiasm to change the subject. Thus, she said nothing.
"Fine, I will do that," she agreed, holding her hands up in front of her. "I will go to Chicago and I will make myself sick on pizza, and it will be worth it."
That met a nod from Gracie. "There's one in Anchorage," she replied automatically, wincing. "I should not know that."