Sparring words

"Ah, I see". His knowing look said he had the whole thing figured out.
"Are you jumping to conclusions again? Because you'll end up apologizing twice in one day."
He laughed. "Why do all mothers have that particular look and tone mastered?"
"What tone?" she asked haughtily.
"That tone. Can I ask one more question?"
"I don't know. You're starting to irritate me again."
For some reason, that seemed to please him. "Then I'll make sure it's a good one." He waited for her nod of approval before he said, "Will you have dinner with me?"
Marie Force, Marking Time