"So why don't you light all the candles?"
"Because. Each candle represents a day that the oil lasted."
"But there are nine of them," he said as he watched her setting up the menorah on the table. He scrunched his mouth. "The center one's lit each night, right?" He was trying to wrap his mind around these traditions, even if he couldn't remember the whys behind all of them.
Ziva smiled and nodded.
He listened as she began to mutter a prayer - he assumed one that was supposed to be given every time the candles were lit, as he was pretty sure she'd done this last night as well. He stayed respectfully quiet as he observed her actions, smiling some as the darkness in the room slowly began to be filled with the soft glow of candlelight.
He waited until she'd finished to slide a present across to her. She looked confused at first, but soon gave a small smile as she picked it up. "For me?"
Tony gave a small nod, biting his lip. "You do give presents, right? Like Christmas for Jewish people?
"Yes, Tony," she said, trying not to roll her eyes at the comparison. "Like Christmas for Jewish people." It was like dealing with a young child sometimes. She hoped that if she ever had children they'd be a little more quick to pick up on these things.
Still, she felt a flutter in her heart as she pulled off the wrapping paper. She carefully lifted the top from the box, her mouth opening some in surprise. She pulled out the golden bracelet, littered with topaz.
"That's your birthstone, right?"
She nodded. He gave a relieved sigh, though it cut off in his throat as he felt her lips suddenly against his cheek. He hadn't expected that.
"Thank you," she said finally. "It's beautiful."
He felt himself blush, a goofy grin forming on his face without his awareness. "Heh. Happy Hanukkah, Ziva."