AN: Started out with a much more serious concept, but, well... you'll see. Please review!

"I simply don't understand the appeal, Booth! Not only is it completely unnecessary, it's overpriced and it looks completely ridiculous." Brennan crossed her arms over her chest as she and Booth stepped into the elevator, leaning against the wall as Booth pressed the button for his floor.

"See, Bones," he sighed "that might be what the skeptics and critics think, but it has a million and one uses. You can dial a phone while you wear it, hold a baby, or even keep warm at sporting events."

Brennan rolled her eyes. "Any of those tasks can be accomplished while using a simple blanket for warmth. Also, our society's social expectations would lead me to believe that anyone seen wearing one in public, much less a sporting event, would be completely ridiculed and ostracized."

"Okay, so they might not have the design down yet-"

"It's a backwards robe!"

Booth shook his head and shrugged slightly. "You know what? If you don't understand the inherent appeal of a Snuggie, you never will. I just can't help you out on that one."

"Why on earth a blanket would hinder you from being able to change the channel…" Brennan muttered under her breath.

"That's the beauty of the infomercial! It identifies a problem you didn't even know you had, and provides the product to fix it! You should see these people before they have whatever the infomercial's selling. Everything's black and white and they're pretty much ready to jump off a building because sit ups hurt their necks or those hard-to-reach plants are just so darn difficult to water."

Brennan sniffed. "Just because I bought a new TV at your insistence doesn't mean I stay up late watching those inane commercials-"

"Infomercials," Booth corrected.

She continued as if he hadn't interrupted her. "I prefer to, I don't know, read, expand my knowledge, learn about the world and current events. Did you get that silly beer hat you own off an infomercial?"

"You know what you are? You're a snob." Booth retorted, jabbing a finger in Brennan's direction.

"I'm not a snob just because I'm well informed! And I'd rather be a snob than an expert on infomercials."

The elevator doors opened with a ding.

"Excuse me…" a small voice came from the corner of the elevators, behind the partners.

Booth jumped and spun around. "Jesus, what…?!"

A short young man in a rather ruffled suit stood in the back of the elevator, carrying a large pile of manila folders. "This is, uh, my floor…" he said softly as he sidled around the pair, practically throwing himself out of the elevator and in his rush, leaving a few pieces of paper that drifted to the ground quietly.

Both anthropologist and FBI agent were quiet for a moment as the elevator doors shut smoothly.

"Did you notice he was here?"

"…Nope."

Booth examined his fingernails as the elevator music played softly in the background. "Well," he said finally, "I hope you enjoy the Snuggie you're getting for Christmas."