INT: BEDROOM; Last night, around 11:00 PM.
NOELLE and ROB lie facing each other in bed. They put their arms around each other, and ROB plays with NOELLE's hair. She kisses him.
NOELLEYou're sweet. Like sugar.
ROB smiles briefly before his brow furrows with thought. He decides to one-up her.
ROBYou're sweet like agave.NOELLEBecause I'm not as sweet as sugar, but I won't wreak havoc on your blood sugar levels and I'm low-Glycemic Index?ROB[laughs] I guess I could have said you're sweet like aspartame.NOELLEBecause I give you cancer.ROBAspartame gives you MS. Saccharin gives you cancer.NOELLE[laughs] Oh, of course. Sorry.ROBNo, you're sweet like Splenda. I don't know how you're killing me yet.
NOELLE kisses ROB, hard.