Swallowing her initial instinct to offer to cream his banana, Gretch wasn't as successful at covering the giggles the juvenile thought caused. "Hey, what a coincidence," she said, settling down and draping herself comfortably over him. "So do I! I think there's an apron in the pantry that would probably fit you." She leaned back against the arm of the couch and studied him, seriously for a moment. "You wouldn't want to get flour all over your clothes."