MI Colours
"What is wrong with women?"
The question came, seemingly, from nowhere as Ziva suddenly lifted her head from the magazine she was idly flipping through, looking for an answer.
"That, Ms David, is a question I have been trying to answer since I was a little DiNozzo. I suspect it's that, in realising they are the reason all mankind exist, they have..." He stopped as her expression darkened. "Or I could ask what you mean and appear sympathetic,' he said, adopting just such an expression.
"I am looking at these clothes and I have no idea what these colours are. What is the difference between Alice blue and Dodger blue? Is Saddle brown just normal brown and what is Navajo white? I have seen Navajo people and they are not white but this soft shade of brown that is not, I am certain, saddle."
Tony couldn't help but laugh. "Aaaah, the delight of women's clothing colours. Men get black, white and red. Women get ebon, snow and vermillion. You just have to learn to translate. Think of it as learning a new language."
"And what is cyan then,' she asked, eyes narrowing.
"No one knows. It's a great mystery of life. Like why the dryer only gives back one sock. Or how Santa visits when you don't have a chimney."
"Oh." Ziva perked with a grin. "You mean like why I ask you questions expecting helpful answers?"
From across the room McGee chuckled. "Yes, Ziva, exactly like that."
The question came, seemingly, from nowhere as Ziva suddenly lifted her head from the magazine she was idly flipping through, looking for an answer.
"That, Ms David, is a question I have been trying to answer since I was a little DiNozzo. I suspect it's that, in realising they are the reason all mankind exist, they have..." He stopped as her expression darkened. "Or I could ask what you mean and appear sympathetic,' he said, adopting just such an expression.
"I am looking at these clothes and I have no idea what these colours are. What is the difference between Alice blue and Dodger blue? Is Saddle brown just normal brown and what is Navajo white? I have seen Navajo people and they are not white but this soft shade of brown that is not, I am certain, saddle."
Tony couldn't help but laugh. "Aaaah, the delight of women's clothing colours. Men get black, white and red. Women get ebon, snow and vermillion. You just have to learn to translate. Think of it as learning a new language."
"And what is cyan then,' she asked, eyes narrowing.
"No one knows. It's a great mystery of life. Like why the dryer only gives back one sock. Or how Santa visits when you don't have a chimney."
"Oh." Ziva perked with a grin. "You mean like why I ask you questions expecting helpful answers?"
From across the room McGee chuckled. "Yes, Ziva, exactly like that."