A/N: I don't own anything. Well maybe the writing but the characters or songs. Nope not a one.
"I don't understand this song," Brennan said. "It's impossible to have hungry eyes."
"Ignore the fact that the eyes aren't part of the digestive tract," Angela said with a roll of her eyes. "Try to think of eyes full of passion and lustful hunger."
"I've seen eyes full of lust before but never hunger," Brennan said. "Well there was that one time that Booth was staring at a pie when we were in the diner. That could've been hunger."
"Sweetie, let me try and explain it a different way," Angela said. "Imagine Booth is standing in front of you and he see's you're holding his favorite kind of pie."
"Okay."
"Now look at his eyes as you show him that same pie," Angela said. "Do you see the look of sheer nirvana?"
"Yes."
"Okay, now imagine you're completely naked and have that same pie smeared all over you as you invite him over to eat it off," Angela said with a megawatt smile. "Do you see the difference in his eyes? The complete reckless abandon as his two favorite things are coupled together for him and him alone to enjoy?"
"No because I can't imagine that scenario since I don't like my fruit cooked," Brennan said, "even if it is as a sexual aid."