(In trouble is relative. She thinks she's quite happy as she is, thanks, and with no pressing need to think otherwise, it'll work for now. Question is how long she can keep it up.)

Laughing triumphantly, she picks up a clean rag and takes pity by planting it, gently, dead center of his face. "You want coffee with it? It's hot enough." She was just drinking some not long ago, still not over the idea of being able to get hooked on caffeine if she wants. So unless he wants to start a food fight -- or continue one, in this case -- she'll agree to behave for now. Long enough to eat, at least. She has an unhealthy love of cobbler.