They sit side by side in his bed, naked as the day they were born. The pecans he found on a run made for a surprisingly good post-coital snack, but Carol doesn't seem too focused on eating them.
"Three times," she says almost wistfully, tipping her body toward his.
"What?"
"You made me come three times," she says, grinning.
He squints at her, and then licks the residue from the pecans off his fingers. She watches him, distracted for a moment.
"Ain't no big deal," he says.
She huffs out a laugh. "It is though."
He shrugs, and looks away. She hesitates before speaking again.
"Not to break bedroom etiquette by bringing up my dead husband, but that's three times more than Ed ever got me off during our entire marriage. You're like... the Carol Peletier orgasm World Record holder."
He laughs and finally looks back at her, eyeing her with interest.
"Well, let's see if we can't break that record," he says, and reaches for her.