A/N: I don't know what this is.

You're welcome.

While another rerun of The Price is Right rings dull in the background, April shifts in her comfy Andy-shirt-turned-pajama-shirt and back into her boyfriend's oh so extra comfy chest. Watching idiotic old people spin a weirdly tall wheel for money, maybe, sparks an idea to spice the night up.

"So, would you rather sleep with Ned Beatty, Doris Roberts, or Jim Belushi?" Naturally, Bob Barker doesn't deserve a spot here. He'd probably neuter Andy, and that would be extraordinarily unfortunate for April.

"Aw, babe, that one's too hard!" Andy complains through a mouthful of pizza. His eyes go wide with realization. "Wait! Why can't it be... who would you rather eat pizza with?"

"Because that's easy?" April shakes her head in her no, this won't do manner that he's so used to by now. "Okay, who would you rather sleep with for pizza?"

"Same three?" Andy asks, so very serious.

"Of course," April half-scoffs.

"Hmm... I think Doris Roberts would be very gentle," Andy mutters and sighs. "But, I guess Jim eats a lot of pizza so he probably would have some?"

"Like, right there? Ew," April says through a disgusted laugh.

"Maybe we'd do it on pizza," Andy defends.

"Maybe we'll do it on pizza," April says, turning her head to look at him. After a moment of that assumed sexy comment, they both grimace at each other.

In unison, they say: "Too greasy."

Another doo-doo-duh-doo plays out, that silly jingle that April loses her mind around all the time, and Andy pulls her tighter against him. Normally, she'd have thought her Would You Rather funny, weird, and cool because how off-putting it sounded. Instead, she was suddenly very jealous of Jim Belushi.

Had anyone ever thought that? Ever?

Instead of letting that strange worry nestle according to the lesser Belushi, April felt that tug and fully turned to straddle Andy's lap after an awkward second of shuffling.

"I'm the only one allowed to sleep with you for pizza," April announces in total revolt of her previous line of questioning.

"Yep," Andy mutters, clearly struggling with his situation as a direct result of their physical placement situation. "Totally... I mean, if you want that is."

"That's what I just said," April deadpans.

"So then you and I will sleep together and eat pizza," Andy declares and his hands at her hips are too delightful to ignore further.