[ emma just turns to face him, arms akimbo to mirror the exaggeration of his protests. ]

Then on that day, I'll surely regret goin' so far as to ask you to put away a few of my dishes.

[ of course, she doubts it'll be her pots and pans that send his soul off; in fact, he'll likely outlast her, state that he's in.

...oh. that's not a thought she cares to dwell on, actually. ]

But until then— [ she reaches over, lifts one last pan and holds it out to him. ] —set this a touch higher.