Okay.<br/><br/><em>Amelia walks in with hands on hips and a not so happy look on her face. She turns to face the little minx in the apron and arches an eyebrow at her supposed "shield" of men. </em><br/><br/>Honey, you know those two melt at my feet, they sure as hell won't do you no good if I want to get my hands on you.<br/><em><br/>She lets a little grin slip onto her lips and then shifts her weight to one foot.</em><br/><br/>Play nice. That's all I'm saying on the matter.