She was doing it on purpose now. "If you married me I'd let you call me whatever you wanted," he retorted tartly, sticking his tongue out at her as he took bacon chunks from her to plop on top of the frosting. And he'd bring her breakfast cupcakes in bed. But he definitely wasn't brave enough to say that part out loud.

"Voila," he said with an equally terrible French accent, presenting her with the first. "A breakfast cupcake."