This was a step. A big step in their relationship that they had never ventured into before. They were both being grown-ups about this. He jumped lightly at her little smack, finally letting her loose to retreat back into the kitchen. "Don't open the oven yet. Give it at least ten more minutes." He'd helped her cook and clean or she would have been running around like a chicken with her head cut off.
He held onto his wine glass, walking around in a circle from one corner to the other of the living room until they showed. "You better save Moritz a chicken leg or he'll never forgive you."