“Munchkin.” B smirks.
“I’M NOT A MUNCHKIN!” A immediately retorts, flinging their arm across the table and knocking a tube of chapstick and a pack of sticky notes on the floor for dramatic effect. B laughs and pats A on the head, then gently pulls A out of their chair and in closer for a hug.
“Correction, my evil little munchkin.”
“I’M NOT EVIL!” A wiggles around in B’s arms, poking B in the side as a form of protest for the teasing.
“So you’re not denying being a little munchkin?” B chuckles and lightly tucks A’s hair behind their ear.
“I’m not evil, I’m not little, and I already denied being a munchkin!”
“Mmmh. But you haven’t denied being mine.” B points out, arms still around A. A turns away, covering their face as they blush.
“Gee. I wonder why that is. Maybe it’s because I love you or something.” A wraps their arms around B, still looking away.
“I would hope so. I mean, we are a couple.”
“Why would I deny being yours in the first place?”
“I dunno. You tell me.”
“Nerd.” A looks up at B, watching the steady expression on B’s face. “There’s no point in trying to answer that question.”