"Babe," Tyler whined into his cell, "I'm hungry."
Reid laughed, "Baby, just cook something."
"I don't know how, and my parents are still in Aspen."
"Aren't they coming back tonight?"
Tyler sighed as he peered into the fridge for the twelfth time. "They extended their trip until next week and I'm officially sick of take out."
"I bet you'd just love a home cooked meal."
Tyler groaned, "You don't even know."
"Say, chicken alfredo, then maybe a bad movie on your couch?"
"Hmm," Tyler said, pretending to consider, "Depends on the company."
"How about blond, about five ten, sexy, charming, funny, intelligent─"
"Modest?" Tyler interjected.
"Like no other," Reid laughed, "I'll be there in twenty."