(Terrance is sprawled across her bed, asleep. A strange noise begins to waft throughout their apartment. Terrance wakes up, and it can be heard clearer now.)

"You didn't have to squeeze me like you did
But you did, but you did, but you did-
And I thank you."

(Muttering unhappy thoughts, Terrance makes herself get out of bed and goes into the kitchen, from whence the noise is coming from. She sees Kit wearing nothing but her underwear, socks, a tank top and an apron dancing and fiddling with things on the stove.)

Terrance: (blushing) What the HELL are you doing playing ZZ Top at four in the morning? You'll wake up our neighbors!

Kit: Psh, they're not home yet, I checked. No, wait... (goes up on her toes and cranes her neck to see out the window) There's Mr. Nelson, back from the night shift! Good, I made extra...

Terrance: (still half-asleep) Whatever. You're a psychotic, horrible person... you woke me up... hnn, I was just having a really wonderful dream, too...

Kit: Really? (flips a pancake) What was it about?

Terrance: (V.O.) You... (out loud) Nothing.

Kit: Such are dreams, but I don't get into a Mercutio-esque speech. So, did you check to see what our job is today?

Terrance: (whips out her laptop, because she's magical like that) Hmm... well, there's an e-mail from Jeff...

Kit: Please tell me we're getting paid.

Terrance: (smiling wearily) We aren't... it all went into food and this tiny little apartment. God, you know how much cheaper this would be if we were married-

Kit: OW! (drops her spatula) Ugh, so clumsy... uhh, yeah... pretty bad, that.

Terrance: (inwardly reproaching herself) Are you okay?

Kit: yeah, just a little burned... here... (drops a huge plate full of food down in front of Terrance) I'm gonna go give Nelsy his share... (leaves)

Terrance: (when Kit is gone) Oh, God... hello, Terrance Tabitha Teasdale, where's your brain today...

(Terrance reads over the e-mail. Kit enters again, carrying a flowery pot-holder.) Kit: Wow, Mr. Nelson saw my burn and gave me this... he also told me to put on some pants, but he's still a nice old man...

Terrance: Actually, Kit, you'd better get some on... we have to go to work in two hours...

Kit: (incredulous) No kidding? Psh, what if we didn't get up before then...

Terrance: (winces) Pay cut...

Kit: (muttering) Blood-lapping little bastards... (picks a pair of jeans up off the floor and smells them)

Terrance: Oh, Kit. You're such a picture of feminine dignity and grace.

Kit: (climbing into her pants) I don't need all that womanly crap to be sexy!

Terrance: Yeah... gonna go take a shower... read the mail.

Kit: Mission accepted! (salutes, with one hand holding the hem of her jeans)

Terrance: (as she walks away, fondly) Moron...