"Except she wouldn't kick us out, she'd make us help, or wash up, or something to be useful." He retreated with her anyway, not willing to risk the tiny wrath of a tiny elf. "He does know that I'll eat just about anything, right? I mean, if there's a problem, I can duck out for sushi or something..."
He glanced back, startled by rather emphatic muttering coming from the direction of the kitchen. "Sorry, Izzy, I was just kidding..." he called over his shoulder. Mostly kidding, he amended to himself.
"Can I fix you a drink?" Even now after all the time he'd spent here, he asked, although he knew what she'd say. Gin and tonic would be lovely, thank you, and he'd fix it, along with a whiskey for himself, and they'd sit and snuggle and kiss... He moved toward the sideboard, already reaching for the ice.