She only blushes all the more furiously. But she lets him push her chin up and wipes her face, and she's smiling through the red cheeks and the lower lip caught lightly in her teeth.

"I suppose I deserved it," she giggles. "I did get you first."

And if that's going to be his criteria, then it's pretty much open season. Chances are that no matter how often people spray her with whipped cream, Charlie will still never expect it.