"Right, like the time that you tried to convince me that we could make chocolate chip cookies using cocoa powder instead of chocolate chips? That was right sensible."

She wriggled again, moving her feet about too until she was all tangled up. "You, you-" she was trying, but the words were failing her. It was hard to be cross with that face staring at you. "I hate you." This statement was entirely somewhat diminished by a crinkled nose and a smile.