Kung Fu reflexes barely saved his sandwich from her grasp and he leaned way back and held it out of her reach. "Sugar lips? Candy pants? Pookie? Honey bunny? Itsy Bitsy Spider?" He managed another bite of his sandwich then rolled back off the couch before he got a punch or, worse, a blast of venom to the face. Laughing, he grabbed his phone and went into another room to make arrangements for the plane the next day.