"Bones, is that a new book you're working on?"
"Yes." She looked up from her laptop. "This will be the sequel to Bad to the Bone. The working title is Bone Chips. Why?"
"Well, I was just thinking that you'll get a pretty healthy advance for your next book. Your publishers are gonna be glad to have another one to sell, right?"
"My advances usually run into at least six figures. You know that. What's this about, Booth?"
"Well….", he paused, trying to think of the best approach. "I was thinking….since we're technically wealthy, maybe we could have someone come in a couple of days a week to help with the cleaning. We're both really busy, and we work odd hours, and having two kids presents a challenge when it comes to keeping the house clean…."
Brennan looked up from her computer, chuckling at her husband. "Is this about the bathrooms?"
"Bathrooms? No…" Booth tried to look innocent.
"Yes, it is." Brennan shook her head at his lack of subtlety. "This is your week to scrub the toilets and bathtubs, isn't it? You hate that chore more than any other one. You want to hire a housekeeper so you don't have to do that."
Booth pretended to be shocked by his wife's statement. "I was just thinking of you. You have to clean the bathrooms sometimes, too. Plus, you hate to dust, so a housekeeper could help with that chore. It's not like we can't afford it."
"Didn't we decide to use the money I make from my books for our children's education fund?"
"Way to make me feel guilty, Bones. Sorry…. You're right. I guess we really don't need a housekeeper. I'll do the bathrooms tomorrow."
Brennan laughed. "Actually, we have a housekeeper starting this Wednesday. You were right….I hate to dust."