Exactly why she'd offered. She's already running some warm water into the sink and adding soap while Tony stows the ice cream away. She glances at him with a smile when he returns, nodding. She's never actually heard of anyone doing this outside of movies, but she notices soon that there's something oddly charming about it. Her arm and shoulder bump his gently as she scrubs every piece carefully, falling into easy rhythm of rinsing before handing each item over to Tony; and maybe she's deliberately taking her time, considering a few plates and bowls and a couple of spoons really do not take that long to wash.

"Next time, you get the dirtier job," she says teasingly, their fingers brushing as she hands a bowl over.