"How many of those have you had?"
She drops the wrapper on the ground, letting it join the pile under the coffee table. She rolls the little chocolate ball between her fingers before she pops it into her mouth. "Not nearly enough." She digs into the bag and takes another out.
"Seriously, Beckett," he sighs, sitting next to her on the couch and taking the bag from her hand. "Enough."
She grabs for the bag, accidentally dropping the truffle she already had. "Give them back! Castle!"
He holds them out of her reach. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong…" She trails off when his eyes narrow. "Okay." She twists the end of the truffle wrapper, taking the dark chocolate ball from the dark blue foil. "I'm stressed out and this stupid ADA is stonewalling me and Ryan is grouchy because Jenny is pregnant and grouchy and I just want to eat chocolate. So give them back."
He hands over the bag of truffles, watching as she unwraps another one. "Have you had dinner?"
She holds up the truffle.
"No. Real dinner."
"Says the guy who eats whipped cream as an appetizer to cookies and ice cream as a meal."
"Shush," he says. "You're going to make yourself sick."
"Maybe I can call out of work tomorrow if I'm sick," she muses. "I wouldn't have to deal with the ADA or Ryan if that was the case. Might be a good plan."
His feet push at the pile of foil on the ground when he scoots closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "We both know you'll go to work tomorrow and you'll smile at Ryan and put up with the ADA. Then you will come home and, since it's Friday and you don't work on Saturdays, you will have a few glasses of wine and maybe have some half-drunk sex with me."
She smiles, turning to kiss him. "Maybe." She holds the bag out to him. "Want to have some?"