"I am not!" Martha said, putting on her best innocent face. (She loved the man, she really did, but he could be a bit...weird sometimes.)

She rummaged inside her coat for a moment and pulled out a suspiciously heavy tin wrapped in a lumpy piece of knitting (which she was pretty certain was a scarf, as her mum hadn't learnt how to do anything other than straight lines yet). "Here you go!" Hopefully the rum would distract him from her shiftiness.