A/N: I am actually beginning to kind of hate these... But you guys like them, and I love you guys, so feel special!

"I'm glad to be able to do these again," Sweets said as Lily walked in and sat down. "I spent a lot of time wondering what was going on in your head. And Booth's and Brennan's. You provide a lot of insight to them for me."

"Um... is that a good thing, Sweets?"

"For me." He scanned the journal. "Let's not worry about the holidays, okay? Just this latest case."

"Sure. It was interesting. Took us a minute to figure out the whole Siamese Twin thing, but hey-- it's a pretty rare occurrence."

"We're not here to discuss the science of the case, Lily."

She sighed. "Well then. What do you want to talk about?"

"Finding your biological mom."

"Of course. I had a feeling I'd regret writing that."

"Why?"

"You'd blow it out of proportion."

"Okay, so what did you talk about with Angela?"

"If I wanted you to know, I would have written it down."

"Did we wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

"I don't know about you, but I woke up on the same side of the bed as always. It would be kinda hard to wake up on the other one...considering my bed is next to a wall. What kinda expression is that, anyway? Who cares what side of the bed I wake up on? That's just creepy. What side of the bed do you wake up on?"

"Lily. Focus."

"Okay. You make a ridiculous comment and you tell me to focus?"

"Lily."

"Whatever. Besides my biological mother, what do you want to talk about?"

"Trust. You trust Booth?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Okay, Lily, let's stop poking fun at my comments and questions."

"Of course I trust Booth. With my life. I mean, you'd have to be crazy not to. But...I was a tad bit scared for Brenn. I mean, she could have died. What if Booth had something in his eye and miscalculated? She could have gotten her nose cut off..."
"So you were worried?"

"Yes. I mean, he was throwing knives. I would be worried if anyone was throwing them. Especially at Brenn."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why? She's my foster mom! And they were pretty sharp knives."

"So you care about Brennan."

"Wow, Sweets. For a therapist...you're kinda slow. Of course I do. Then again, I'd be worried for anyone. If you were up there with an apple on your head, I'd be scared for you, too."

Sweets smiled at the comment. "Thanks."

"I'd expect the same from you." Lily said with a shrug.

"I'd be worried for you, too," Sweets said, in almost a hesitant way. "But I do think it's interesting that you and Dr. Brennan would trust Booth inexplicably."

"You wouldn't?"

"Um... no."

"Oh. Well, I mean, he's never let me-- us, down. He's saved Brenn a number of times, and... Stuff."

"Stuff? You like that word, but it doesn't help me."

"Lily? Time for school," Brennan interrupted, poking her head in.

"Dr. Brennan, we are in the middle of--"

"School comes first," Booth interrupted as he came up behind his partner. "We'll take you on the way to the FBI building."

"Okay." Lily smiled, grabbed her backpack and caught her diary as Sweets threw it.

"After school?" Sweets asked hopefully.

She gave him an 'Oh, please' look, and he shook his head.