Loser makes dinner would make them both losers if she lost. Fallon was so hopeless in the kitchen that if it weren't for some handy charms she would set the tea kettle on fire. "We can think of the prize day of," she laughed. "You definitely don't want to eat anything I cook." Perhaps she ought to let Malou teach her some recipes, though. Practice for if she ever became a wife.

She dramatically chewed the cookie, making sure to emphasize how good it tasted with a happy mmm. "You could try. But I'd just best you again." Quick study or not, Fallon knew she could handle him. He wasn't anywhere near as tall as Lachlan (whose physical form did intimidate Fallon some).