“Gil, your daddy’s not a glassmaker.”
“I know that.” Then Gil turned around and gave Catherine his patented Grissom Blink. “I beg your pardon?”
Catherine sighed, remembering Gil’s rather abysmal lack of knowledge when it came to things he wasn’t interested in, i.e., most of modern popular culture. “It means I need you to move over because you’re blocking my view.”
“Oh. Why didn’t you just say so?” Gil shuffled aside.
“Thanks.” Catherine winked at him. “Next time, if I want a view of your behind, I’ll let you know.”
Gil smiled back at her. “See, that one I get.”