She shoved at him, gently, pretending to be annoyed at his laughter. “Alas, I love a man possessed of cruelty. I can’t subsist on your love, dearest. I shall die of starvation.”
“And why not? There’s plenty of it.” He pretended to pout and be offended, before he reached down to slowly rub at her stomach, smile stretching across his face. “It’s a lucky chance I packed a picnic for two then, isn’t it?”
“It might be so.” She lifted her eyebrows, biting down on a smile. “Were you planning to feed me, since I’m obviously not allowed to move?”