His grin faltered at her pun and as he put two and two together it turned to horror.
"What? Oh no, nononono--" SPLAT! He was still holding the mixing bowl so he twisted to take the hit on the shoulder as he hunched over their dough protectively, but that was absolutely the last straw.
Abandoning the bowl to the counter, he scooped the last gobs of butter out of the dish with his fingers and chased after Cordelia, caught between scowling and laughter as he tried to smear the greasy mess into her hair. "Butter not do that again!" he shot back, smug in how bad the pun was.
Two kinds of people, amirite?
"What? Oh no, nononono--" SPLAT! He was still holding the mixing bowl so he twisted to take the hit on the shoulder as he hunched over their dough protectively, but that was absolutely the last straw.
Abandoning the bowl to the counter, he scooped the last gobs of butter out of the dish with his fingers and chased after Cordelia, caught between scowling and laughter as he tried to smear the greasy mess into her hair. "Butter not do that again!" he shot back, smug in how bad the pun was.
Two kinds of people, amirite?
