They were watching TV.
Something was chasing the hero and his sidekick through the forest.
"Omigod, this is stupid," she said.
The sidekick tripped and fell.
"Well that's original!" she quipped.
At the last minute, the hero dragged his sidekick to safety.
"Screw this," she said, getting up from the couch, "I'm going to clean up the dishes."
She stomped off to the kitchen. There was a lot of clanging and slooshing as she loaded the dishwasher, washed the pots and cleaned the counter tops.
She came back and sat down.
"Where the hell is he going?" she asked.
He sighed.
"He has to go to the magical island to save the prince," he said.
"Why?" she asked.
"To get a cure," he said.
They watched, for a few minutes, in silence.
Then the beast was revealed.
"ARGH!" she screamed. "You didn't tell me this was going to be scary."
"It's just a TV show, Honey," he said in a placating tone.
The show continued.
"How do we know the cure will work, anyway?" she asked.
"The African wizard told him," he said.
"What wizard?" she asked.
"Do you want me to REWIND the show?" he asked, his voice rising with impatience.
"No," she said quietly.
There was a short pause.
"Oh puh-leeeez," she smirked. "Like there were African wizards in Medieval England!"
"HONEY!" he yelled.
"What?" she squealed. "You always say I don't sit with you and watch your shows! I'm sitting, I'm watching!"
"Just... SSSH!" he hissed.
They kept watching.
"This is stupid, anyway," she mumbled.
He heaved a very long, very deep, sigh.