"Tony may have thought about it. But I'm not his Boss here so..." He trialled off. A little bitter about how that his senior field agent was damned preoccupied with everything else, being an NCIS agent didn't matter here. He didn't bother to ask. Gibbs was far better off finding out on his own.
He couldn't help but smile a little at the mention of the little brunette, she was special alright. "I see she wanted you to try probably every one in existence." His attention was drawn to the little white dog at his feet. He never understood it, the way things worked, he had a way with babies, and with animals. "Hey, this isn't for dogs. It'll make you sick." He'd grabbed one that had a top coating of chocolate. Though he would have felt a little guilty if he stood there and ate the sweet treat without rewarding the little dog for his patience. "Where do you keep his treats?" He asked, hoping they were here in the kitchen and not upstairs.