"What I don't understand is why you lot don't just play Monopoly with these like normal people."
"No no no, look, it's very simple." The kid rushed around the table and took the little silver objects out of Booth's hand. "I'll demonstrate. I throw them onto the periodic table -- there, like that -- and let's say the iron lands on -- ha, this one is great --"
"If you say so," Booth said, poking the little silver dog upright with one finger so that it was no longer lying on the border between Pd and Ag.
"Well, it's an iron. On the periodic box for oxygen. So I might tell Hodgins something about a rusty ferris wheel." He stopped and peered expectantly at Booth with one corner of his mouth twitching, as though trying to suppress a joke. Booth made a gesture that meant 'keep going' and he jumped. "Oh! Because you know, iron oxide is rust, and the symbol is Fe and the prefix is ferric so...ferris..." He trailed off. "So he'd be able to deduce where it is. Ideally my hypothetical situation would also include sentences hinting at the locations of the other objects, too."
"It's a tiny iron. For ironing clothes," Booth said, hopelessly lost, sticking with what was familiar.
Zack blinked at him earnestly. "The people on the ferris wheel could have crumpled clothing, if you like."
"I don't -- oh will you listen to that, that's my phone, thanks a lot, Zack, it's been fun."
Booth had never been so happy to be informed of a double homicide in his entire life.
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"No no no, look, it's very simple." The kid rushed around the table and took the little silver objects out of Booth's hand. "I'll demonstrate. I throw them onto the periodic table -- there, like that -- and let's say the iron lands on -- ha, this one is great --"
"If you say so," Booth said, poking the little silver dog upright with one finger so that it was no longer lying on the border between Pd and Ag.
"Well, it's an iron. On the periodic box for oxygen. So I might tell Hodgins something about a rusty ferris wheel." He stopped and peered expectantly at Booth with one corner of his mouth twitching, as though trying to suppress a joke. Booth made a gesture that meant 'keep going' and he jumped. "Oh! Because you know, iron oxide is rust, and the symbol is Fe and the prefix is ferric so...ferris..." He trailed off. "So he'd be able to deduce where it is. Ideally my hypothetical situation would also include sentences hinting at the locations of the other objects, too."
"It's a tiny iron. For ironing clothes," Booth said, hopelessly lost, sticking with what was familiar.
Zack blinked at him earnestly. "The people on the ferris wheel could have crumpled clothing, if you like."
"I don't -- oh will you listen to that, that's my phone, thanks a lot, Zack, it's been fun."
Booth had never been so happy to be informed of a double homicide in his entire life.