Disclaimer: I own nothing and only borrowed these characters for a little while.
"I got asked to assassinate someone yesterday," said Callen conversationally as he leaned over the kitchen bench, gripping his coffee mug.
"Oh yeah?" enquired Kensi, mildly interested as she spread jam on her toast, her back to him. "Which alias?"
"G. Callen."
Kensi turned, the spoon frozen where she was licking off the last of the jam. She managed to swallow and move the spoon away to speak. "Who was the target?"
"Hetty," replied Callen, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes trained on his partner.
"Hetty?" clarified Kensi. "Who the hell asked you? Do they have a death wish of their own?"
"Hetty did."
"Hetty asked you to kill her?" clarified Kensi, slightly dazed. "Right. Shall I prepare your funeral now?"
"It's for when she gets old and that sharp mouth of hers gets a little looser," explained Callen with a grin.
Kensi smiled too as she reached behind her for a slice of toast. "I can't imagine Hetty in a nursing home."
"Could you imagine?" snorted Callen. "She'd probably brew World War III out of boredom!"
Finito.