168. Seaweed Promises - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT


• MIKAELA and ANDY sit on a comfortable, worn red couch, their feet propped up on their coffee table.


• A large plastic tub of dried seaweed strips sits between them.


• Mikaela wears a long undershirt over her underwear and Andy is in plaid pajama bottoms and an old "Science Camp" t-shirt.


• He reaches into the tub and grabs another strip while Mikaela chews contentedly.


• ANDY
• I can't stop.


• MIKAELA
• And why should you?


• ANDY
• I dunno, my deep-set Protestant values that tell me to value self-control above all.


• MIKAELA
• Screw 'em.


• ANDY
• This is why I married you.


• They look over at each other and nod half-seriously at each other


• She reaches in the tub and grabs another handful.


• MIKAELA
• You're 48 hours into being married, you're not supposed to be worrying about self-control.


• ANDY
• Oh, I like where this could go.


• She grins at him conspiratorially.


• MIKAELA
• Another tub? But that's madness captain!


• Andy tries to keep a straight face but bursts out laughing; she chuckles.


• MIKAELA
• Oh just you wait babe.


• ANDY
• Thanks for being the person I can share seaweed with 48 ours into being married. You're some kinda cool.
  


• MIKAELA
• Think we'll be able to do this in thirty years?


• ANDY
• I hope so; let's promise to learn to love each other better each year.


• MIKAELA
• I just don't want us to ever get too used to each other.


• ANDY
• It's ok, that's what I bought handcuffs for.


• She slaps at him.


• MIKAELA
• I promise.


• ANDY
• I do too.


• They return to comfortably staring ahead; Andy grabs the seaweed and munches.


• She holds her hands out, asking for some more.


• MIKAELA
• Hit me.


• ANDY
• No dear, whips come in on year four.


• They fight over it for a minute, then he gives in.


• She curls into his chest, tub firmly held between her knees, and they eat in comfortable silence.


• FADE TO BLACK.