"I suppose," she said, albeit reluctantly. Standing from her chair as the dishes flew away, she nudged him slightly on the chest, "you're completely spoiling me though."
Pushing her chair in, she tucked some hair behind her ear and retreated to the living room, "How could I refuse, really? Did you make the pie as well, or did you buy it?" she teased, recalling how she just buys her cookies instead of making them herself.