"Ack," she said, holding a piece of raw chicken off to the side. "Hold on, I don't want you to get burned!"

She carefully lowered the chicken into the oil, then stepped back to return the kiss, carefully keeping her chicken-y fingers away from him. "You could hand me that cloth over there and then try one of those zucchini fritters - carefully, because they're hot! Do you think they're seasoned well enough?"