Had a different story ready to go, but then on the radio this morning, I heard today was National Pie Day here in the good ol' US of A. Of course, I couldn't let that go unnoticed, could I?


"I don't like cooked fruit, Booth. You know that," Brennan protested yet again.

"It's National Pie Day, Bones," he replied, as though that explained everything. "You should have a piece today of all days. Here, just a bite," he coaxed, holding out his laden fork temptingly.

"National Pie Day?" She started at him before bursting out in laughter. "There's a day completely devoted to pie? You can't be serious!"

"So Google it later." Seeing that she wasn't going to bite, he ate the piece on his fork. "Not all pie is made of fruit, you know," he mused. Her eyes narrowed. "Wait a moment, Bones." He slid out of their booth and went to talk to the waitress and look at the pie display. The woman smiled at whatever he said before he returned.

"Booth--"

"Humor me, Bones."

She rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at him.

A few minutes later, the waitress slid a plate in front of her with a small slice of chocolate cream pie.

"Just made. And…no fruit," he pointed out. "Ah, come on, Bones. One bite, at least!"

She stared at it as he chuckled. "If you don't at least try it, then you're just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn."

Outgunned, she reluctantly forked up the tiniest piece possible. Tasted it. Ignored the expression on his face as she thought about it. Gave serious thought to denying everything and pushing it away.

Finally she sighed and took a bigger bite. "All right," she muttered. "It isn't bad. And I won't be having it all the time, either," she added for good measure. "The beneficial aspects of the chocolate are diluted by the sugar and whipped cream, not to mention the usual ingredients in the crust are high in cholesterol."

"Sure, Bones. Whatever you say," he replied with that cocky grin of his. She regally ignored him as she slowly savored the small piece of pastry heaven.