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“Wan’ some? It’s good.” Abby held up the peanut butter jar she’d been eating out of.
Tony blinked and tried to parse Abby’s sentence confused what she was talking about. “Huh?"
“It’s peanutbutterlovers month.” Abby thrust the peanut butter container at Tony, the words harder to form given the peanut butter attached to the roof of her mouth.
“It’s November.” Tony stated, only grasping the word month.
“Yeah. Peanut butter lover’s month.” Abby agreed.
“Oh. Peanut butter. Sure.” Tony nodded.
“DiNozzo!”
“Yes, Boss?”
“Back to work.”
“Sorry, Abbs. Peanut butter later.” Tony waved heading back up.
Gibbs dipped a spoon into the peanut butter before following Tony up.
