*With a shrug, Corrine gets up from her seat and pushes Caleb towards it.* Trevor's a hothead. *She smirks.* No pun intended. He'll go to the gym, knock around some poor, defenseless punching bag, and get over it.

Why don't I make us some food, and then we can shower? *She pauses very suddenly.* I mean-- we can both-- once we're done eating, that is-- I just mean-- *She opens the fridge door quickly, poking her face inside to obscure his view of her ever-reddening face.* Omelette au fromage?