"Oh," Angela's eyes widened slightly and she nodded. Clamping her mouth shut so she didn't say 'well that's good,' which it was, but she didn't need to verbalize it.
"God, you are such a guy," Angela said with a grin, before taking another sip of her beer. "I hope you're winning money," she said. "Isn't the world juniors supposed to be on or something? Double the hockey for you."
Angela sat quietly while Booth went and got the pizza. Back home, the two of them hanging out at his place, having pizza, never would have happened. And back home that probably was a good thing. That was what they did, work and personal life were too separate things - sort of anyways, not so much when it came to her and Hodgins. And honestly Angela hoped it would be not so much one day for Booth and Brennan. It was obvious to everyone but them they had feelings for one another, sad really. Angela wondered now that she wasn't at the Jeffersonian if she should start a match making service.
When Booth came back, she couldn't help but grin at the colourful socks. That was classic Booth right there. "You're still with the FBI?" she rose an eyebrow. "You wouldn't happen to be in need of a specialist with my talents now, would you?"
She hesitated a moment when he asked about Parker, but then smiled and nodded. "He's great. Adorable, happy." Angela for once wasn't exactly sure what to say. They were from around the same timeline (the whole timeline thing was really confusing to her), so it should be straight foreword, but it wasn't. None of this was.