Something set in the future.
"Help me!" Arizona pleaded as she stumbled into the attendings' lounge.
April looked up from the pasta salad she was devouring. "With what?" she wondered, full-mouthed.
"With Callie!" Arizona exclaimed, plopping down on the couch beside her friend.
April gulped down her bite. "You two are fighting already?" They just got back together. How are they already having problems? she worried.
"No!" Arizona was appalled by the mere idea. They weren't fighting—at least not seriously. They were more in love than ever.
Still, she sighed. "She won't stop telling me stupid puns."
April knit her eyebrows together, laughing, "What?"
"Callie told me a pun last night—a bad one—and, apparently, I made a 'really cute' disgusted face," she explained. "So, now, she won't stop! Apparently, it's cute and she missed it while we were divorced, so now, every time she sees me, she tells me another one just so that I can make that exasperated face and she can laugh at me."
April chuckled. "And I'm supposed to help you how…?"
"Hide me!" Arizona insisted. "I'm hiding from her!"
Clearly, however, Arizona wasn't too good at hiding, because Callie walked into the lounge a few seconds later. "Hey!" she beamed as soon as she caught sight of Arizona. "I thought you'd be here."
Arizona couldn't help but smile back, even despite her mock-annoyance. "Hey!"
April nodded toward her. "What's up?"
Callie sat down in the plush chair across beside the couch, grinning, "I thought of another one."
"Oh, boy," Arizona groaned, looking toward the ceiling (and the god she didn't believe in) for strength. She didn't want to make that 'cute' face, releasing her half-laugh and rolling her eyes; she didn't want to give the woman she loved the satisfaction.
"You ready?" Callie couldn't control the playful smile that took up nearly half her face. "If Trump had won the election last year, we would've all had toupée."
She paused for effect.
"Get it?"
And, in response, she was rewarded with the cutest, happiest thing in the world, as Arizona released a tiny laugh and literally face-palmed. Which only made Callie laugh harder at her own joke.
"Admit it!" she insisted. "That one was funny."
Attempting to suppress her smile—but with no success whatsoever—Arizona surrendered, "Fine. It was clever."
"Oh, I have another one!" she blurted. "What do you call a belt made of watches?"
"Oh no," April piped up in preparation.
"What?" Arizona heaved a long, exaggerated sigh, but really, her heart was soaring with love for Callie.
Callie grinned. "A waist of time."
April groaned and, again, Arizona made that face.
"Oh! One more! A bird pun!" Callie quickly regained steam. "What did the bird say to his ex-birdwife and her new bird-fiancé?"
She paused, her eyes flashing with excitement from Arizona's to April's and back again. "'Well,'" she quoted in a deep bird-voice. "'This is hawkward!'"
"Oh my gosh," April groaned again, but Callie and Arizona didn't notice. Their eyes remained fixed to each other's, sharing their own little private joke with wide, lovesick smiles.
Arizona smirked. "You know…" she countered, smirking, "Soon, you might not like your little jokes so much. Toucan play at this game."
Callie threw back her head and laughed. "Well, I do love a chick with a sense of humor," she insisted. And, god, she loved Arizona. "It's good to have someone to yolk around with."
April stood up. "I have to get away from you two. You're so cute that it's nauseating."
Arizona giggled. "Go hang out with somebirdy boring, then!" Puns were more fun than she'd thought.
Callie high fived her, laughing as April glided out of the room in mock-disgust.
Then, she stood up, offering Arizona a quick sweet kiss. "I have to fly. I have surgery. Love you."
Arizona grinned, returning the kiss. "I love you, too."
And, as Callie walked toward the door, Arizona called, "And owl see you tonight!"