You were in the bullpen, talking with Emily, JJ, and Garcia, discussing your love life. Or lack thereof. One thing led to another and you started discussing lingerie, and the impact it had on the men you were with. As if comedically timed, Spencer walked in and overheard the conflicting answers.

"No way, it's such a small difference nobody would ever notice that." from Garcia.

"Are you kidding? That's like the whole point!" from JJ

"Since when did they even make them without it?" from Emily, ever the airheaded.

Spencer, as the genius he was, felt overly confident he could end the discussion. He knew everything, after all. "What are you guys talking about?" He asked. When you all shared a giggle, he crossed his arms. "Come on, I guarantee I have an answer for you."

"Alright, Spencer," you start, "do you think lingerie is better with lace?"

Heat immediately pooled to his cheeks. Alright, maybe he didn't have a good answer to that. "Ah... yes?" He squeaked.