Cutie Pie. Because that was such a manly nickname. Hmph.
He stood, easing the cat out of his lap and down onto the floor, making apologetic shushing noises when she protested. "Sorry, darlin'. Gotta get up." Gathering up the empty plates, Lance carried them over to the sink and started getting them ready to wash. "Rule at my house," he said over his shoulder, "was always that the cook didn't have to clean."