Melody mowed an affirmative. Yes, she wanted a treat, especially if it was homemade by Ducky's person.

"Yeah. I know." Wash didn't particularly want to dwell on it, and he was pretty sure Ziva didn't either. Instead, he took a bite of a chicken wing and paused. The were MREs, and then there were pastries from the cafe, and there was food he could prepare himself with minimal danger of setting anything on fire, and then there was this. This was the best he'd eaten in a very long time, hands down, and for a few moments all he could do was take it in. It took him about that long to remember to swallow. "Oh my God," he said slowly. "Ziva, this is amazing."