"So," He smirked, knowing that she expected him to talk about how she was trying to seduce him during this picnic. He knew she wasn't, after all, this was hardly seduction fare. This was part of their normal existence - if that existence allowed Alex to be the cook in the house.

"You want me to read you a bedtime story while drinking scotch." The smirk on his face was amused. Only Alex would think of something like this, and it was just stupid enough to be entertaining.