It doesn't surprise him that she barely breaks stride, that she was ready to go on that. Letting her do this kind of thing feels extravagant; he'd protest on those grounds except she so clearly enjoys it.

"Stop," he mutters, though his tone days anything but that. Still. He edges a little nearer to look at her spread of preserves.

"How long you been at this?"

It wears her out, he knows.