"So you're an Italian knight of the realm, are you?" she muttered, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. "Can you come save me if I get kidnapped by a vicious dragon? Or by some creep with a camera?" she smirked, knowing full well that she'd be able to save herself.
Laughing a little, Abi nodded, "Oh Girl Scouts are still a thing. Their cookies have been the stuff of legend for decades and they're even more delicious than I bet even you remember..." She hadn't been brilliant at being a girl scout but she had always nailed the cookies part, simply because her Daddy bought all the boxes and let her eat them every day. "I don't think I can still fit into my uniform, if that's what you're asking, you pervert.." she winked and laughed again. "But if I find a door with Girl Scout cookies, we're getting them."
Raising her brow at his tap to her backside, her eyes drifted to the clock in order to make sure that she didn't forget about Charlie's snack time. "You can appreciate it. Like a lapdance where you're allowed to touch the dancer. You're a lucky bastard."