This takes place in 6x07 - The Babe in the Bar; I just love Vincent and Camille as a couple, and I think this episode just gave wonderful hints :'D
It wasn't his day. All the money he had earned during his questionnaire show was all gone. No one seemed to care about his time on it, or the trivia he answered, no one even seemed to truly care that he was back. Even with his now unquestionable knowledge, Hodgins still refused to listen to his ideas.
"Trust me Doctor Hodgins, blow dryers are the best approach!"
Yet the plea fell to deaf ears as Jack rebelliously turned the lamps on anyway.
"Stop! Stop! Turn those lamps off!" Cam's melodious voice stopped Hodgins immediately. At last! He was being heard! So he thought, truly what she was after was the gas bubbles trapped in the chocolate. . . But at least his method could shine!
"If I had less self control, I would kiss you right now!" And with that, she was gone again.
His cheeks felt as if they were on fire, and from Hodgins wolfish grin, apparently his feelings were very obvious.
"What? No trivia facts for that?" Jack was teasing, and all Vincent could do was stumble upon his words. He indeed had no trivia facts for that.. Camille was always a gorgeous woman, that was no opinion, no, he knew it was fact. He smiled, largely and genuinely, maybe today wasn't so bad. . .
"Did you know the Quakers were convinced that the colonies would become more peaceful if they exchanged alcohol for chocolate!"
Vincent looked to Cam's face, searching it in excitement for any hint of happiness at the knowledge he parted to her, yet to his dismay, all that registered on her features was exasperation. He looked back to the bones, feeling discounted and put off.
"Ah! Also, did you kno-"
"Last one Mister Murray, make it count." She said, an amused smirk with a twinge of tiredness lighted her lips. His smile didn't falter however, this was his show stopping trivia fact.
"The inventor of Hersey's, giving joy to millions with his chocolate, drumroll pleassse!" Vincent's smile was huge now, waiting for her verbal roll, but nothing came, so he did it himself.
"He was indeed part of the Quaker party!"
Camille laughed, shaking her head slightly, walking away in amusement. On her way out, she paused for a moment. "That actually.. Was rather interesting." And with that the brilliant young British boy was left alone.
His smile became one of awe, and joy. Someone cared for his fact. This time it wasn't time wasting, or unimportant. . . It was, indeed, interesting.
On contrary to his original beliefs, today was his day.