Oops

Not realizing what Chad was doing until too late, Rosalyn flinches at his hand, but it's not enough to dodge getting batter on her nose. Wait. She'd had some on her cheek too? Only now does she think about the fact that she must look a sight, and it sends another shot of red into her face.

Not to be outdone though, she plants her hand on the counter into some loose flour. "You turkey!" Spinning around, her hand comes up and flicks open, sending flour into Chad's face. Realizing it was a tad more than intended, she stifles a laugh and backs up out of his grasp. "Oops?"

Grabbing a dish towel, she holds it out to him, still keeping a "safe" distance, for fear of him getting back at her.