dinner.

K: There's not much food in the house. What do you want for dinner?
M: Actually, I have a craving for McDonald's. [Hugs Kate. Pause.] I can't see your face, but I'm imagining the cringe. Maybe we can walk there.
K: OK, we can go to McDonald's.
M: Really? Great. [Pause.] We don't have to walk, do we?

Later that same night...

K: I am so full.
M: Is there any ice cream?
K: Yes.
M: Do you want some, too?
K: Yes.