Jane wanted seafood.
"How about Mexican?" Rigsby asked.
"Grace doesn't like cilantro." Jane's voice floated from the couch.
"She never said!" Rigsby sounded suspicious. Jane shrugged.
"Ask her, here she comes."
Tense silence.
"We decided dinner yet?" Grace asked.
"No," Rigsby replied hurriedly, "how about pizza?"
"No pizza," Cho growled. "We had it last night. Thai?"
"Good idea, but Rigsby's still getting over his stomach bug from that greasy taco stand." Jane stated lazily.
"I didn't know you'd been ill?" Grace's concern sent shivers down Wayne's spine.
"Not really," Wayne lied, "but – not Thai."
"Chinese?" Grace suggested.
"Lisbon's on a diet again," Jane grinned.
Lisbon emerged from her office. "So where we going?"
"Red lobster," Jane replied, sitting up, beaming.