A/N: Still, homophones. =))
Scale Three – A Name I Call Myself
"What's wrong with you?" she watched him pace back and forth inside her laboratory, uneasiness tainting his face.
"I, uhh…" and he continued to pace back and forth, making her feel dizzy all the more.
"Spill it. Whatever you want to say, spill it," she…err, commanded.
He looked at her queasily.
"I'm lactose-intolerant," he blurted out randomly.
"Your point is?"
"I'm thirsty…"
"Go get some water from the fridge," she instructed him.
"I don't want water,"
"Okay, what do you want, coffee, tea, or me?" she stood up and neared him.
"Uhh…you," he gulped.
"Thought so," and she kissed him.
Scale End
