"Joey?" Lauren called from the kitchen.
He had stuck his head round the door in seconds, his eyes instantly meeting hers. "You okay?"
"Did you still want snow?" she asked.
He cocked his head at her, but before he had a chance to reply, she grabbed a small handful of flour from the bag she had hidden behind her back and threw it into the air over his head.
He laughed, diving for the bag and chucking some flour back at her.
"Judee!" she snatched the bag out of his reach, backing away from him.
He gave her a mischievous grin as he backed her up into the counter, reaching an arm around her to take the bag from her and placing it on top of one of the cupboards.
She threw her head back with a groan, lightly shoving at his chest. She turned around to try and climb onto the counter and retrieve the flour, but Joey wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, picking her up and spinning her round as she laughed. He set her down on her feet, and she tilted her head up to look at him.
"You have flour in your hair," she grinned, turning to him and reaching a hand up to ruffle his hair. Then she glanced around at the kitchen floor, dusted with the white powder.
She stretched up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "I'm not cleaning this up," she said as she sauntered away, dusting her hands off.
Joey looked after her disbelievingly for a moment, and then begrudgingly set about the clean up work, making a vow never to talk about snow again.
