"I didn't even know you read fantasy," Booth drawled in amusement, figuring even if she didn't, he could tease her about it for even bringing up fantasy novels. "Yeah, I probably won't either. Parker's going to wonder why I'm checking for monsters under his bed with a kitchen knife." He laughed but it lacked enthusiasm.
He noticed her smile fade and sighed. "We're sparring verbally here, Bones. Take what hits you can and give them back." He frowned slightly. "I just don't like Sweets." Which was untrue as he could stand the young psychologist's presence. Sometimes. "I don't like his theories," he amended, then scowled.