"This is ridiculous," Laura sighed.
"You just feel ridiculous."
"Exactly," she tugged at the cloth over her eyes.
"Stop cheating," Bill admonished.
"I am not... Stop doing that."
He adjusted the blindfold so that it was back over her eyes. "You're the one who said you could find your way around in the dark."
"Colonial One. I could navigate my quarters on Colonial One in the dark."
"Colonial One is a giant corridor, there's nothing to navigate. No backing out, I'm letting go now."
"What? Bill, I-"
"Just follow my voice if you can't trust your sense of direction."
"My sense of direction is- ow!"
"Are you alright?"
"Yes.. What was that, the table?"
He chuckled. "One of the chairs. What are you-? Ow!"
"Those cushions do come off."
"Don't throw things while you're blindfolded!"
"I managed to hit you, didn't I?"
"Yes, but- Laura, stop-"
"I take it the cold floor means I've fallen into the head."
"Yes."
"Bill, I'm taking the blindfold off."
"By all means, Madame President."
"Don't call me that right after I've fallen on my..."
"Laura?"
"Were you standing by your rack this entire time?"
"Yes, why?"
"I could have sworn you were by the bookcase."