Pass the Porn
Jenny's brain stopped working.
"I - Ziva?"
"Pass the porn?" Ziva frowned in consternation.
A choking sound came from the opposite end of the table. Jenny glanced in its direction and found her mother's face taking on an unhealthy shade of red.
She glanced from her mother to her father. The burly cheerful man was belatedly trying to turn laughter into a coughing fit and pounding his wife on the back in an effort to dislodge the piece of turkey that was apparently stuck in her throat.
Slowly Jenny reached over and picked up a bowl. "It's called corn, Ziva."