[Dave just covered his face with one hand and sighed. You had one job John. One. Job.] you know if you don't hurry mom is going to down all the hot chocolate. And the cookies and don't give that look I'm serious.

[His voice is flat as his hands drops away. He has two chances here. Fast kiss John and run, or endure and stall until she gets fed up. Guess which option he's digging in his heels to do.]