“We might have to make it strip gin rummy then,” he teases, “If you’re so confident in your gin skills. Hell, we could also pick up a bottle of gin to go with it if we really want to make it a night.”

Still making the effort to distract himself he swipes some powdered sugar from the bag and puts a dollop of it on Natasha’s nose fondly. “Oh no, I guess I’ll have to clean that up now too,” he says and gives her nose a playful quick peck with his lips.