Fitz stumbled into the hallway and turned the light switch. Olivia wasn't beside him, and the sound of the washing machine woke him up. Olivia was standing next to it. She lowered her glass for a refill.
"Olivia, are you drinking water?"
"Fitz Grant this machine can produce gallons of water."
"You don't drink that water."
"Why not Fitz Grant? It can produce more water than the sink."
"That water is for cleaning."
"Okay."
"I'll get you some water to drink."
"Thanks Fitz Grant."
"I have to work tomorrow. Are you going to be okay here without me?"
"I will be okay. I will watch the loud images on the device in the living room."
"It's a television."
"Fitz Grant. Do you have popcorn?"
"You eat popcorn on your planet?"
"No, we don't eat it. We heat the kernels in our hands until they pop, and we use them as confetti at our celebrations."
"You can heat food with your hands?"
"Of course. My species has a very high internal temperature. You don't notice the extra warmth when your dick is in my vagina?"
"Yeah, that's why the sex is great."
"Do you have popcorn?"
"No, I can get some from the store."
"Can we go to the store now?"
"How about in the morning?" Fitz asked, looking over her shoulder. The water was running in the kitchen and overflowing the sink.
"Dammit, I need a mop."
"Oh no, the water has taking on a mind of its own. It's leaving the sink. We have to get out of here before we drown!"
"It's okay Olivia. I can remove the water."
"Hurry before it consumes the whole neighborhood Fitz Grant!"
"Okay, you stay right here. I'll remove the water, and then we can go back to sleep."
"Thank you Fitz Grant."