He nodded. "Excellent. I'd offer every member some mittens, but training has taken me away from the k-n-i-t-t-i-n-g." There was a soft thumping from a box in the closet: the needles and yarn were trying to get out. He glowered at the closet. "And they've apparently learned to spell."
He returned the kiss, smiling, then spoke in a teasing voice. "Of course they'd be shocked. They'd expect me to be in charge."
"So, who is the new runt that sparked this thinking?"