Duncan had settled into a pleasant routine. He was even able to handle Methos' ribbing without rolling his eyes too much. Part of the reason for his ability to adapt was the beautiful redhead in the kitchen.
He liked watching Merida work, even if sometimes that could get dangerous when things didn't go quite the way she wanted them to. Not physically, but Merida's language could get really creative. Such as now.
But Duncan just smirked as he leaned against the counter. "Have you tried moistening them?"