"I want pretzels." Hardison's head snapped up as Parker sidled up next to him at the bar.
Nate's head made a similar motion as the two youngest slung off together. Eliot walked out of the kitchen whisking a bowl of something that promised to be absolutely delicious.
"Eliot, can I ask you a question." Nate said putting down his cup.
"Yeah, what is it?" Eliot said stilling his whisk.
"What on earth does 'pretzels' mean?" Nate asked.
"A baked bread product made from dough most commonly shaped into a knot. Why?" Eliot asked in confusion.
"No, not that. What does it mean when Hardison and Parker say it?" Nate clarified.
Eliot let out a short laugh. "Man if you don't know, I can't explain." Eliot then walked back into the kitchen still laughing.
Nate then walked into the back aiming for his office. Before he reached it he bumped into Sophie who was nose deep in a script. He almost felt sorry for the character she was going to try out for, not that he would ever tell her that.
"Oh, hello Nate. What's that look for?" Sophia asked.
"What? Oh." Nate realized that his face had twisted into a very confused look. "I am trying to figure something out."
"Maybe I can help you!" She scampered over to the chairs dragging Nate with her. "Now what is worrying that pretty head of yours?"
"When Hardison and Parker say 'pretzels' what does it mean?" Nate asked.
Sophie snorted before she covered her mouth. "If you want to know darling, you will have to ask them." She then picked up her script and went back upstairs to practice.
Nate sighed and resigned himself to not knowing.
LEVERAGE
"Do you think they'll ever figure it out?" Hardison asked looking down from the rafters.
"Nope. " Parker said hanging upside-down like a bat. She held up the bag, "Pretzel?"
"Don't mind if I do."