"What do you get someone when you've promised them the moon?" Booth asked before arriving back at the Jeffersonian.
Brennan wrinkled her forehead. "It's not actually possible to give someone the moon, Booth."
"I know that, Bones," Booth said patiently. "But when Cam was helping me narrow down where to look for you, I promised her the moon if I found you. Since I know you can't actually get a piece of the moon, I was just trying to think of something that might be close."
"Did you know that you can actually buy an acre of land on the moon?"
"Really, Bones?" How did she always know things like that?
"No, Booth, I'm serious. There's some company that lets you buy an acre of land on the moon. It's kind of silly, but they send you a certificate of ownership and everything. I don't think you actually own a piece of the moon, but it would be close to what you promised Cam."
"That's actually not a bad idea," Booth said, warming up to the idea. "Would you like to get some lunch later? I could pick you up so you didn't have to walk."
"When I was up on that mountain, it didn't seem like my hunger would ever be satisfied again. And I never want to see another protein bar as long as I live," she admitted with a grimace.
"Well, I don't think the diner sells protein bars. Or shakes, or anything else with protein in its name."
"That sound nice, Booth," she said. Brennan wasn't sure how to make sure he knew how much she appreciated all the little things he was doing for her.
"Stick with me, Bones. I'll make sure you always have enough to eat."