Zoe gave her husband a warning glance before moving in to help him. The Amazon laughed softly at something, her arm quickly slipping about Wash's torso, becoming a ready made crutch.
"Didn't see the mule downstairs. You didn't lose it, did you?" Her fingers gripped at his shirt again, but only for a moment - she just realized he'd actually gotten a few of her buttons undone in the process. He was a sneaky one sometimes, but she soon held him again. "You know, I was beginning to feel guilty. Not about hitting you..." A hint of a smile, nothing like spousal abuse jokes to lighten the mood. "I actually cooked for someone."
There was a side glance; sure, she could hit him, but cooking for someone else - would he be able to forgive her that as well?