His indignation only made her grin even wider. She picked up her mug and took a quick sip and shrugged. “We could go out,” she pulled the word a little, casting a glance to see if there was a wrinkled nose or unhappy face at the prospect of leaving the building. He had a tendency of doing that. “Or we could stay in and play something else?” If she remembered correctly there were at least two drawers of board and parlour games in the living room.