"Oh, no."
"Peaches and cream."
"Where would we get peaches now?"
"At the grocery store."
"I'll give you one more guess."
"Angel cake!" He was fond of that, and Angela occasionally made it.
"Your guesses are all gone. You can't have any."
He reached out his hand, but she drew back. He followed and she laughed. "No, no, you can't have any now."
He caught her soft arm and drew her close to him. "Sure I can't?"
Their faces were close together.