Liz was still mad at Red, and he could tell. She'd avoided speaking to him all of yesterday. This morning, he'd woken up and found that she had decided to do laundry. Every single article of clothing he had was in the washer.

Now, he was sitting on the sofa in nothing but his boxers. It wouldn't have been so bad if Liz hadn't turned the air conditioning up. He was freezing and had nothing to put on.

"Lizzie, how much longer?" He asked, shivering. She glanced in at him from the kitchen where she was making breakfast.

"Half an hour," she called back. Red groaned and wrapped his arms around himself tighter.

"I'm freezing," he complained making her roll her eyes. If he had just stayed in bed, he could have covered up while he waited. But, no, he had to get up when she did.

"What do you want me to do about it?" She asked. He paused for a moment.

"... You could come keep me warm."

"Not a chance, I'm still mad at you."

"But I already promised to make you another batch. Besides, wasn't it enough that you drew a mustache on me with icing? I woke up with ants everywhere," Red stated before scratching a bite that one of the ants had given him. There weren't many but the ones he had itched like crazy.

"That doesn't stop me from being mad."

"... I don't think I'll ever understand women."

"The clothes are dry," Liz stated moving past Red with a full basket. She walked into the bedroom, quickly followed by Red. He snatched a pair of his pants off the top. "Just don't be too shocked if some of your clothes don't fit."

"Why wouldn't they fit?" He asked, pausing with one leg in his pants. Liz started folding some of what was in the basket while she looked over at him.

"Do you realize how many calories were in those cookies?" She questioned getting a blank stare from him.

"... What?"

"You ate an entire batch of sugar cookies. Those had a hell of a lot of calories."

"Lizzie, I don't think that I'm going to put on that much weight overnight," Red responded before putting his other leg through his pants and pulling them up.

"Really? Because you look a little thicker," Liz stated. Red blushed and shot her a look. He paused before having a chance to button his pants.

"Excuse me?"

"You look a little bigger. Mostly through there," she said and poked his belly.

"How would you know?" He questioned, blushing deeper.

"I see you shirtless everyday, Red. I think that I would notice," she replied. He paused again, looking like he wanted a way to stall from having to button his fly.

"So... You've been checking me out?" Red asked getting an annoyed look from her.

"Just get your pants on," she responded. He sighed before pulling at the sides of his fly to close his pants. A grimace spread across his face when the two sides wouldn't quite reach. His pants weren't going to fit. "Having some problems?"

"NO!" He snapped, face a bright pink. Liz smirked to where he couldn't see her. She left the room after he gave a loud grunt from struggling. A moment later she was back and holding something out for him.

"Did you just bring me sweat pants?!"

"Yes, now put them on," Liz stated. Red grumbled and looked like he wanted to refuse but ultimately snatched the offending clothing away from her. He grabbed one of his undershirts and stalked out of the room, pants threatening to fall around his ankles. Liz smirked and went back to folding clothes.

"At least I don't have to admit that I shrank his pants in the wash."

Lesson: Lizzie lies.