"The palatine bone is the bone in the palate." Dr. Brennan's voice rang throughout the Jeffersonian and to the ears of her newest grad student.
Booth walked to the platform and swiped his card.
"The palace, bones? I didn't know you wanted to see the Lord." Booth said sitting atop of a metal table.
"PALATE. Booth, like the roof of your mouth."
"You know you don't have to make excuses to spend time with me."
Brennan walked toward him and grabbed hold of Booth's shirt.
"You know you drive me crazy sometimes."
He smirked.
"I try."