"Tell me when you see one," Link replied, still with that insufferable smile. "I'll get you a plate. You can thank me when I get back with it."
And then he got the hell out of slapping range and went over to the kitchenette, where Monari was watching the pair with an amused smile that only an elderly person watching younger people do goofy things could master.
"You're late," she admonished, already cracking eggs into her skillet.
"Sorry," Link said, propping his hip against the counter nearby, out of range of hindrance but close enough to enjoy the smells and sight of food cooking. "The lady decided she had to scrub her face off."
"And didn't you just say she wasn't one?" Monari said with a quiet chuckle.
Link looked over at Zelda, that jackassy smile softened to a distantly affectionate one. "She does a good job at imitating one."