He smiled, a little embarrassed, and reached for a napkin, wiping the rest of the sauce off his face and fingers. "Looking forward to it. I'll bring the beer." Chicken fingers weren't really a wine food - at least, he didn't think they were.

Wash left his plate on the table and moved closer to Ziva, emboldened by good food and even better company. "If you make it, I'll probably like it." Okay, that was cheesy as hell, but she didn't usually care about that and right now he didn't either. Instead, he waited until she was between bites, then leaned in and kissed her full on the lips.

It wasn't a long kiss - he pulled away the moment he felt himself start to slip - but for now, it was enough. He smiled at her. "Thanks."