"You'd be a miserable son-of-a-bitch, is what," she replied with a grin and an affectionate pat to his cheek. "Now, you know what you have to do when you fall off your broom? You get right back on it."
She leaned forward to place a quick peck on his forehead, then stood up and offered her hands down to help him up. "Come on then, Georgie Porgie. So far we're tied at none-all. We can't have that, can we?"