She blinked for a bit, strangely stunned by so simple a kiss. But then she grinned that bright, carefree, 'this is a bad sign' smile of hers. Damn, if he didn't surprise her in all the best ways at the oddest times.
"Good," she laughed softly, "I'm getting fond of the scrawny ass of yours. It'd be a pity if it was hexed off before I got to appreciate it properly." Speaking of scrawniness, she unhooked her lunch bag and pressed it into his hands. "It's a couple of sandwiches, an apple and a piece of my grandmother's pecan pie." Before he could protest, she stole a quick peck of a kiss and slipped out of the bush they'd been hiding in with significantly less noise than the bad guys had made.
With a jaunty salute, she headed back in the direction of the creek and her little cottage.