[Elizabeth sighed, but found herself smiling anyway. Booker would be Booker, and if she was being honest with herself she missed Booker being unapologetically Booker.]

Just don't shoot at him? I think it might stick here. [She consults her list again.] Alright, how about we just do spaghetti tonight. That seems simple enough, right? Not too many decisions to make.

[She looks around the aisle.] Just... need to find where the pasta is.