Phil pretended to wince at the jab to his Army, and then reached over to refill her coffee mug. "Now, now, we're on vacation, let's agree to truce right here and now."
"Rabbits it is. And I have enough luck, thanks, in the form of being prepared and doing research." He moved closer to kiss her, not briefly. "And you. I'd say that makes me the luckiest man alive."
"Now." He grinned at her, giving her arm a little squeeze. "Let's go shoot things."