A/N: No spoilers in reviews, please! I haven't seen it yet... Thanks guys for all your support!

Elizabeth Burke was sitting peacefully at her dining room table with her husband and the FBI consultant they'd sort of adopted into their family.

"This is really good," Peter said.

"Delicious," Neal agreed. Elizabeth smiled.

"I'm glad you think so," she said. The phone rang and Elizabeth checked the caller ID.

"Mind if I take this?" She asked. They both shook their heads. "Thanks." She picked up the phone and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, Lisa," she said. She spoke with her older sister for a few moments and then walked back into the dining room.

"Was that your sister?" Peter asked.

"Yes," Elizabeth said. "She and Caden are both doing well." She looked at Neal, who hadn't heard the news. "My sister had her baby a couple days ago. She was just calling to give an update."

Neal nodded. "That's good," he said. "So everything went okay?"

"It did," Elizabeth said with a smile. "Caden has a little bit of jaundice, but he'll get over it with some time." Peter nodded, but Elizabeth saw confusion fill Neal's eyes. She knew he likely wouldn't ask for clarification. He didn't like to appear unknowledgeable. So Elizabeth just went ahead and told him.

"Jaundice is... when babies' skin is sort of yellow," she explained simply. "It's pretty common, but it won't really hurt him."

"Interesting," Neal said nonchalantly, but flashed her a grateful smile. They continued their meal and Peter grinned at Neal.

"What?" The consultant asked with raised eyebrows.

"Just savoring the moment," Peter said with a slightly mischievous grin. "It's not very often that I know something you don't."

"Well, savor it thoroughly," Neal advised him, rolling his eyes. "I don't see it happening again any time soon." Peter let out a low whistle.

"Did you hear that, El?" Peter inquired with a mock-surprised look. "That almost sounded like pride. And here we were both thinking you were so humble." Neal gave Peter a withering look and they all laughed.

Neal looked at Peter. "Maybe you never got over this jaundice as a child," he said, affecting concern. He poked Peter in the forehead. "Doesn't he looked a little yellow to you, El?"

"Hm..." Elizabeth pretended to think. "Maybe a little. What do you think we should do?"

Neal shrugged, looking despondent. "I couldn't say. There may be no hope."

Peter rolled his eyes and started to say something. Neal shushed him.

"Save your strength," the young man advised. Elizabeth giggled and snapped her fingers.

"Wait, I know!" She exclaimed. "I'll be right back." She went into the kitchen and came back with a small box. "Maybe eating chocolate will help."

"Maybe," Peter said. He took a piece and smacked Neal's hand when Neal tried to take one.

"I don't see yellow skin on you," Peter said, waving the chocolate mockingly. Neal gave him a puppy-ish expression and Elizabeth smiled as her husband rolled his eyes.

"Go ahead, Neal," Elizabeth said. Neal's expression instantly brightened.

"Thank you!" The man said, taking a piece of the sweet confection. Elizabeth sat down and Peter groaned as Neal's grin widened.

"No, now we've given him sugar. He's going to act like a four-year-old for the rest of the day and I have to take him back to the office."

"I'm so sorry," Elizabeth said teasingly. "Just keep him away from the xerox machines this time."

"Thanks for the tip," Peter said drily. Neal sat perfectly still and affected an innocent expression.

"I can be good," he said.

"Yeah, whatever you say."