Long about the time I wrote this one, from Too Many Roscos, Luke was being a pain most of the time. He'd get all the way to the point where he ought to take action and just... not. So while this one had a possible, more serious, alternative, it didn't get pursued (and it's Luke's fault).
The Hansen girls were neither grateful nor amused. Long pink claws poked into Luke's chest (and that was fine, he'd been the one chatting them up while Bo fought with the machine-tight bolts on the tires) pointing out how the girls had been stuck here in Jensen's Holler all afternoon while the Duke boys spent the day with each other. No amount of Bo Duke charm or Luke Duke logic could get them to believe in a drowned Rosco (even if half the town was at the wake), who wasn't so much drowned as replaced by a body double, or that the good-Samaritan Duke boys been kidnapped and painfully tied to chairs. Sounded like a typical Duke tall tale to the girls, who'd been sitting here the better part of a day waiting for a damned tire.
Somewhere in the midst of the fury, Bo asked whether there was any picnic food left, a transgression for which Luke got slapped. Could have turned out worse, he supposed, but when the girls stormed off in a huff and his stomach growled, the pink mark on Luke's face stopped seeming very funny.
"Bo!" got growled at him. Really, the reaction seemed a bit over the top. How much could skinny girl hands hurt after all that fistfights they'd been in?
"What? I'm hungry." He was, too. Dukes ate frequently and well, except when they were too poor to afford the meat or when they spent the entire day chasing down bank robbers. And since today had involved the latter, it had been a remarkably long time since their last meal.
Luke's face explained exactly how ridiculous that was. "So you came here for the picnic? Not the girls?"
Bo shrugged. Luke really was put out. Bo's hand automatically went to that mark on Luke's face, hoping his fingers would help to cool the hot skin there. "Of course it was for the food. I don't need no girls. I got you."
Luke wanted to deny it; the way his lips pressed together was a telltale sign. But he didn't move away or even shove at Bo's hand. Which left Bo with only one option: to smile, step forward, and kiss the place where Luke had taken a slap for him.
"Now," Bo reminded him. "I'm hungry. Let's go find some food."