"Why?" he asked.
Mavis dropped her eyes.
"Adorable, modest little Mavis," he laughed. "I'll see about the grub."
"You've forgotten something," she pouted, as he moved towards the door.
"Your kiss!"
"Our kiss."
"I hadn't really. I wanted to see if you'd remember."
"As if I'd forget," she protested.
Their lips met; not once, but many times; they seemed reluctant to part.