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She had no idea why she suddenly felt like she had missed something, but she chose to ignore his smirking face. "Pie. Let's go." She said, walking briskly to the exit. "And just so you know…" She said, as the glass doors opened. "I don't like pie."
Booth gasped in mock horror as they walked side by side. "How can you not like pie?"
"It's not my preference!" She said, shrugging.
"Sweetie, wait! You forgot your purse!" Angela shouted, jogging down the corridor as they turned at the sound of her voice. She smiled and stopped in front of her friend, handing her the bag. "Have fun!" She smirked, and strutted back the way she came.
"Thanks…" She mumbled, slinging the strap over her shoulder. She glanced at Booth and they continued on their way.
Booth adjusted his tie. "Well, personally, I think pie is the best thing since sliced bread."
"I don't know what that means." She said, digging in her bag and pulling out a rather large set of keys.
"No no no, Bones…I'm driving." He said, taking his keys from his pocket.
"Why?! And don't call me that!" She glared at him.
"Because! I like to drive." He said lamely, as he led her in the direction of his SUV.
She shrugged. "I have a Mercedes." She bragged, even though she didn't mean to.
He smirked. "I would have thought you'd have a limo."
"Why would I have a limo?" She asked, in that increasingly annoying innocent tone of hers. The one that he was both coming to love and detest.
"Never mind Bones…." He pressed the keyless entry button and got in.