"I didn't think so," he said, giving her a teasing look. "You don't have it in you." At her look, he raised his palms grinning broadly. "It was a joke, Pen. A joke."
God. He was going to miss her even more, now. He hadn't thought it possible.
Staying in the seat next to her, he reached for his plate and continued spooning the rest of his food onto it. "No," he agreed. "Definitely not. And maybe after dinner we can curl up on the couch and listen to the wireless?" There was a note of hope in his voice.