Jim just hummed as he disappeared into the kitchen, setting the plates down on the sink. Bones could likely hear him move around for a little while, opening and closing the fridge door, then a couple of drawers, and after a short while he made his way back out with a couple of dessert plates with some pretty delicious-looking chocolate mint tart.

"Full disclosure, I didn't bake these. Obviously." He couldn't even manage roasted meat. "Got them on this really nice pastry place. This little leaf of mint, though? That was all me."

He grinned like that was something to be proud of, setting one of the plates down in front of Bones and handing him a fork and knife.