She considered this, sliding down next to him. "I'll have a piece," she said slowly. "But I'm not much of a chocolate girl, unfortunately."
"Oh! That's right! Your soup." She jumped up and headed to the side table to grab the bowl. "Here. Sorry."
She shifted that she was on his lap, her legs on either side of his. "Eat the damn soup, Craw," she teased, leaning down to kiss him.