Stifling the disappointment that ran through her as he let his arms drop, Melinda shrugged.
"I'm a cruel, cruel woman," she intoned, half-grinning at the end. "Besides, it'd do wonders for your ego - get it down to manageable size and all."
Taking hold of the frying pan, she turned the sausages one last time and then nudged him over a little so she could put them on the plates without spattering grease all over the both of them and half the kitchen. "Sausages, eggs, there's toast in the toaster."