ate your banana pudding.” She pauses, blinking. “You what?” “You were in the dungeon,” I explain, a touch defensive. “It was going to go bad. I ate it.” Her jaw drops, but the outrage is all artifice. “I can’t believe you!” Her eyes narrow. “Did you like it?” I make a face. “Of course not. It was disgusting.” Tapping her hip, I add, “So the next time you get some, you should give it to me. Save yourself the trouble.” She snorts. “Oh, really.” Smirking, I push a kiss into her collarbone. “Absolutely. I’m falling on grenades for you left and right here.”
