"It's better than the one about if the tree falls in the forrest and no one is around, does it still make a sound. Try debating that one with a bunch of Squints," he replied, rolling his eyes and holding up his hand. "I swear that I came out of that debate knowing more about indigenous tree species than I ever wanted to know."
Booth started laughing. "I don't know. I'm living day to day so I'll have to actually plan ahead and contact you when I do." An eyebrow arched at her words. "I never knew you could own someone's soul through pie."
He dropped the t-shirt collar back into place and gave her a disbelievingly amused look. "Mmmhmmm," he replied noncommitally. "I was trying but apparently putting lead into them is only a minor annoyance that they shake off easily. He was actually offended..." That prompted a confused look and a blink before he shook his head.
"I'm sure it doesn't. You probably have a perfect record of ass kicking and would never be picking rotting lettuce out of your coat after a battle," he stated, trying not to smirk. "I think in our respective lines or work, battle scars are inevitable."