Beckett hides a grin behind Castle's back before heading to the blender. There's a pleased look that arises shortly thereafter when she notices that there's already some fruit thawing inside. She won't prod him about how long he's been up, but it's at least enough time to make a note of her preferences. He pays attention to the little things - it's one of the reasons that makes him as good a writer as he is. The kind of writer that would be courted to write the next installment in a series based around a legendary British spy, to boot.

"I plead the fifth," she replies, dodging the dish towel so that it barely skirts her hip.