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Spoonerism – (noun) the accidental transposition of the initial sounds (or other parts) of two or more words.

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Booth couldn't believe he'd talked Brennan into having a drink with him. Well, it wasn't so much that he talked her into it as he'd just shown up at her door with a bottle of booze. He didn't really have a reason to be there, yet he felt the need to see her.

And she welcomed him in unquestioningly.

That was nearly three hours ago.

They sat side-by-side on the floor, legs stretched out in front of them, their backs resting against the front of the sofa. Two empty bottles—the one Booth brought, and another one Brennan already had—occupied the minute space between the partners.

Booth suddenly burst into a fit of laughter.

"What?" Brennan groaned.

"I was just thinking…" he hiccupped. "We're wotally tasted."

Brennan joined in the laughter. "Spoonerism."

"Huh?" Booth asked as he turned his head to look at her. He was fairly certain there weren't supposed to be two Brennans.

"What you just said," Brennan told him as she made a rolling motion with her hand. "When one unintentionally muddles up syllables or words. It's called a spoonerism."

"I know plenty of people who wouldn't know what you're talking about even if they were sober."

"Hey!" she protested. "I'm not as think as you drunk I am."

Then again, maybe she was.

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