"So, Brennan….let's play a game." Angela took a sip of her margarita as they sat by the pool. "If you were stranded on a desert island, and you could be with anyone other than your family, who would you choose?"
Brennan shook her head and laughed. "That's a ridiculous question. The idea of being stranded on a desert island in this day and age is absurd." She swirled her drink around. "Why did you call this a game? There's nothing to win."
Angela rolled her eyes and sighed. "Can you just humor me? I can't decide if I'd want George Clooney or Chris Pine. They're both hot….Clooney is a little too old, I think…."
"Oh, I see...we're expressing our sexual fantasies. I think Chris Pine is a nice looking man, but I also admire Benedict Cumberbatch. He seems very intelligent. I think we could have a good conversation. However, to be practical….I'd choose a boat builder."
"A boat builder? I give up. The point of the game is to pretend you're getting away from civilization with the hunk of your dreams."
"Booth is the hunk of my dreams, Angela….his physicality is remarkable, and he keeps me satisfied…." Brennan wore a sly smile….."very, very satisfied." She took a sip of her drink and sighed happily. "Don't you feel that way about Hodgins?"
"Yeah, I do, but it's nice to indulge in fantasy from time to time. It keeps my imagination working to think about the answers to random questions like that. It helps me paint. How do you keep your imagination working so you can write?"
"Booth and I indulge in role play from time to time. He has an active imagination. Have I told you about our bathtub games?"
Angela smiled. "Yeah...but tell me about them again…."