Jo frowned as Wash got up and headed to the kitchen. She'd specifically tried to make sure that he didn't need to get up for anything. She heard him sifting through the dishes and her frown only deepened.
After a few spoonfuls of her ice cream, Jo stood and followed Wash into the kitchen.
"Wash? Can I help you find something? Your ice cream is melting."
This couldn't be about the spoon, since she'd grabbed a clean one for him. So what the heck was he looking for?