Prompt: "egg nog"
"Spunky"
"This egg nog tastes spunky," Ziva observed, looking at the little cup in her hand.
McGee turned a slight shade of red, before correcting- always helpful, "Uh, I think it's skunky."
"Hardly the problem here, McGrammarian," Tony made a face. "Please stop drinking that, Ziva."
"I have a cask iron stomach." Ziva smirked over her cup and winked.
Tony looked at McGee, "What're you thinking over there?"
"Cast iron," McGee blurted. He really couldn't help himself.
"Nice try, Zee-vah," Tony teased. "You really had to enunciate to get that one wrong, didn't you?"
Ziva sniffed. "I suppose."