"I was just saying," Lucy grinned, bumping her hip against his lightly to push him away from the counter, "Go. Sit down. Drink a little more. Eat a few more cookies. Which, yes, I did make."
She went through the motions of making a full fledged pancake breakfast with all of the trimmings as she spoke, "Um, I think my absolute favorite food is my grandmother's Shepard's Pie. I could eat that all day, every day. As for gifts, well, I'm terribly picky. So much so that it's never fun for anyone, so I usually have a very detailed list of things that I want. There is no guessing with me. It takes the surprise out of it, but I think it makes it easier. Once you did a really good job, though. You got me really great tickets to the World Cup."