Uh, I was sick? And feverish? And, uh, that's why I've taken so long to update? ...
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"Ziva. Ziva. Zee-vah. Zeeeeeeeeee-vaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Ziva, Ziva, Ziva!"
"What, Tony? What, what, what! What else could you possibly want?"
"Can you pass me that pen?"
"Fine. Catch."
"Why, what excellent aim, Ziva."
"Thank you, Tony. How very…nice of you to notice."
"Oh, but Ziva, I notice so much more than that."
"I feel like I will regret this, but what else do you notice, Tony?"
"Oh, nothing really. Just the way the light falls upon your hair and lights you up like an angel. The sweet musical quality to your voice. Your sense of justice."
"Tony, that is the nicest thing you have ever said to me."
"Well, Ziva, I'm not done yet."
"You aren't?"
"Nope, I still have one more thing to say, more important than the rest."
"Okay, Tony, I'm listening."
"Well, there are several ways to say it. But since you aren't up on American cultural I'll put it simply. You need to blow your nose because you have this gross thing that moves when you breathe, just hanging there."
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