She gave him a hug.

I saw all shapes of death, And minister’d to many, o’er the plain While carnage in the sun-beam’s warmth did seethe, Till twilight o’er the east wove her serenest wreath.

Jessie grabbed Matt in a headlock and began rubbing the knuckles of her hand on top of his head, what her granny would call scobbing his knob and what the kids at school call nuggies.

[Wife to husband:] I'm going out to do my marketing – keep out of the kitchen, while I'm gone.