"You think I'm making this just for cobbler?" she shoots back, not about to let him get the last tease in, then grabbing a whisk and setting to work. She really should invest in a mixer, but it seems like such a waste of money that could be spent on things like bullets. "Make yourself useful and grab some plates."

If a little more than a standard mood lift results from this whipped cream, he'll have no one to blame but himself. Between this and the cobbler and his good-natured teasing, it's more than enough to counteract any momentary exhaustion she may suffer.