"Can you please pass the salt, pumpkin" affectionately spoke Castle as he shoved another mouthful of pasta into his mouth.
"What did you call me?" asked Beckett, practically slamming her fork onto the table.
"Pumpkin" cautiously replied Castle. He could see the look on Beckett's face which screamed disapproval.
"So you are comparing me with a big, fat pumpkin." Beckett was filling with anger. How could he be so inconsiderate.
"No! No! No! That's not what I meant"
"Then are you trying to tell me my new tan made me look orange like a pumpkin" infuriated Beckett as she stormed up and walked away.
Castle sighed knowing that he was never going to win this argument.