It was like a quest, to see if various fish across the universes bit when they fished with cheese curls. "I pulled out the knives George gave us last year, got them nice and sharp." Those, along with restringing the fishing poles, had been his responsibility.

Dinner looked about ready. "Damn, Jim, you turn a fine piece of meat." Yeah, so sometimes he just set Jim up for the sexual comments. Bones wouldn't have him any other way.