We'll have to save the whip for last. And by "last," I mean "the bedroom." [She shoots him a sly smile, slipping an arm around his waist in turn and leaning over to press a kiss to his cheekbone.]

You and I both know I'm shit with the kids. Mostly I just hide in the bedroom until they're at school. Sometimes they leave me breakfast, but like hell I'm eating drone food. [And that's when she remembers the bag. She holds it up to him proudly.]

Made you a sandwich. How freakin' domestic am I, huh?