Whitefish River reignwolf

Bones smiled her way through Ira's rant about Lecter, amused by his hotheaded passion on the subject. The only comment she made was, "It is worse than ass." Her head bobbed sagely. "There are no words to accurately describe the stench."

The information he gave her jived with Bones's assumptions about the situation. "I was there. I don't know her well at all but..." She shrugged, not quite sure what she'd intended to say. "It sounds like she split away on civil enough terms. Why the overzealous territorialism?" Bones wondered aloud, unaware that she'd just made up a word.

After letting him explain that one, Bones suddenly wondered aloud, "Are you going to get in trouble for 'fraternizing with the enemy' or something? Because that'd be a shame." She paused, trying to hold back an impish smile but failing. "'Cause I'm still rather fond of you, even if you are a blaggard," she eventually added, leaping at him to plant a big, wet smooch on his damp cheek before flinging herself away again with a girlish laugh.