Tony and Ziva, once again buying food
Prompt: opposing view on pumpkin spice
Ziva looked at the chalkboard menu behind the counter and frowned. "At least half of the items have pumpkin spice in them."
"You don't like pumpkin spice?" Tony asked while paying for his order.
Ziva blew air through pursed lips. "I never gave it any thought, it's just, it's everywhere."
She placed her order, then turned towards Tony. "Was it this bad last year?"
Tony gave her a blank look. "Bad? Bad?!"
Ziva sighed, regretting the question.
"Ziva," he said with gravitas, and placed an arm around her shoulder, "pumpkin spice is a staple of American culture, when the first leave falls, a gust of wind spreads pumpkin spice all over America, it's the spice that's injected in our veins throughout fall, so we can survive the harsh winters."
"The south doesn't have harsh winters," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"It's called emotional support, look it up." He retracted his arm as she received and paid for her order, and went and sat down at the nearest empty table.
Ziva sat down next to him, and watched him chomp down his sandwich. She picked at her own sandwich absentmindedly. "I still think there is more of it this year."
Tony grinned at her, and put down his sandwich. "That's because you were too distracted last year by other examples of prime American culture."
"Like what?"
He pointed at himself as if he was a prize to be won in a game show.
Ziva harrumphed, but he didn't take it personally.
"You certainly are distracting with your incessant talking."
"Trust me, women find me far more distracting once I stop talking."