"Oh. Ouch." Max slapped a hand against his chest and feigned being in severe pain. "You wound me. Seriously. Come over here and pull the knife out." She all but ignored him and drew a bowl out of the cupboard.
He sighed and let his arm drop. "I'm making sandwiches if you'd rather," he offered. He knew she wouldn't take him up on it, but he figured there was no harm in offering.