"Okay. So you are stuck on a desert island. What five items do you take with you?" Mark asks lounging on the futon. It's indefinitely more comfortable than it looks.
"I'm only allowed five items?" She asks peering above the newspaper. The sound of Derek singing along to Gun's & Roses, albeit badly, can just be heard above the shower.
"Now you only get four." Mark says shaking his head with affected gravitas.
Addison pauses, giving her answer some serious thought. She settles the paper on the couch, and refolds her legs, adjusting the waistband of Derek's, and by proxy, her sweatpants.
"Chocolate." She purses her lips, and touches her index fingers together, mentally ticking her list off. "The really high cocoa content kind." She clarifies. Mark pulls his lower lip out with his thumb and for finger, staring at the ceiling. It plops back in, making a satisfying soft sound as he nods.
"Sunscreen." She says and almost rolls her eyes.
"High protection factor." He grins remembering the red marks she'd garnered last summer when she fell asleep on the beach at the Hamptons. "Two left."
"Walkman." She adds, lips still pursed in thought. Her index finger is now tip to tip with her ring finger. "Obviously, with an endless supply of batteries and tapes."
"I think that counts as two." Mark says with a grin.
"I definitely doesn't." Addison says very seriously. The look she's giving him means she's not going to budge on this.
"Fine." He laughs it off. "And finally?" He rolls onto his side so he's facing her. It adds pressure to her concluding decision.
She mimics his earlier pose, her thumb and forefinger pulling at her lower lip as she unfolds and refolds her legs. The ceiling pattern appears to suddenly hold all the answers of the universe. "Derek's plaid shirt." She answers definitively, a single nod signalling the finality of her decision.
"Derek's plaid shirt?" Mark laughs.
"Yeah, the green and black lumberjack one. Smells of him" Addison spells out.
"Yeah I know the one." Mark smirks amused. "Not Derek?" He's half laughing.
"Nah." Addison stretches out on the couch. "He'd whine about the heat, pester me for sex, and we'd run out of birth control." She explains picking up the paper again. "I'm not ready to go there just yet."
"Glad to hear it." Mark laughs again, and similarly lays back down on the couch to stare at the ceiling patterns while they wait for his friend so they can go get breakfast. He doesn't have the heart to tell her it's his shirt.