“Don’t be grumpy, Craw,” she teased, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I’d never tell anyone that you’re actually a sweetheart.”
Her eyes fluttered as he kissed her as she paused. “Hm. Well, I should probably figure out some stuff for the wedding.”
“Oh, Francis,” she said in a high voice. “You’re so good at doing all the chores in the house. Waaaay better than I am.”
“Me? Never.” She has a mischievous glint in her eye as she stood up, taking the mugs. “I just think you do it so much better than I do.”
He grabbed her arms, taking the mugs from her. "I'll take those and do the dishes, since I'm so much better."