He liked the feeling of her arms around him and kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, like Yogi bear," he giggled. "Just don't get too close to them, you don't want them to steal your picnic basket," he grinned.
"Of course I do," he felt his cheeks warm a little and thanked the genetics of multiracial parents for their blush resistant skin tone.
"Ah yes my lady," he said, leading her toward the kitchen, his arm wrapped around her waist. "What do you want to drink?" he asked as they made their way over.