"What the hell is that?" Gibbs shouted and Tony just smiled from where his head was stuck in the fridge looking for a few beers.
"What's it look like?"
"It looks like a pet and I said no."
"No," Tony said as he handed Gibbs his beer. "You said no to a puppy. Goldfish are completely different. Low maintenance, limited feeding if you get one of those travel tablet things, occasional bowl cleaning and no training required."
"You take care of it," Gibbs grumbled.
Tony peered into the bowl and smile. "Don't call her an it. That's Wanda," he said proudly.
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And it's a goldfish. Not multiple fishies. Just one.
(I think his name is Bob).
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And...I honestly don't know. Do we ever see the fish? I only remember seeing the bowl a few times. *ponders*
(And the name would totally be George. Or Herman. Or Willard. I think I'm going with Willard.)
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"What the hell is that?" Gibbs shouted and Tony just smiled from where his head was stuck in the fridge looking for a few beers.
"What's it look like?"
"It looks like a pet and I said no."
"No," Tony said as he handed Gibbs his beer. "You said no to a puppy. Goldfish are completely different. Low maintenance, limited feeding if you get one of those travel tablet things, occasional bowl cleaning and no training required."
"You take care of it," Gibbs grumbled.
Tony peered into the bowl and smile. "Don't call her an it. That's Wanda," he said proudly.
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