"Yes, I'm sure a bit of creamed Castle would go splendidly with any number of steak dishes," she replies, her chuckle creating a soft exhale of breath that ghosts across the opening of the bottle to create a quiet, low whistle.

"That's not weird, that's just downright creepy." Beckett's almost tempted to shiver at the thought, and then her mind starts to lead her in the direction of who the skeleton had originally been, and she's back in those thoughts of murder and the macabre that only Castle seems to bring along with him wherever he goes. Maybe she can't make him the scapegoat entirely. Murder seems to be a part of her life no matter how hard she tries to leave it back at the precinct at the end of the day.

Lost in her thoughts, she proceeds to go through the motions of sipping from her beer again.

"How about most thoughtful gift from a fan?"

Because while there are the crazies, there are the (relatively) normal ones. Like Beckett.