It was Trish’s turn to lie on the couch and hog the TV. After settling that she would be going home the following day, she decided to watch the latest Bachelorette. A lovely Holland lop bunny was looking for the perfect man and as ridiculous as the show was, Trish was entertained by the idiocy of it all. It helped that the bachelorette and bachelors were easy on the eyes. She found herself talking to the lop like she could hear her, advising her against one particular bachelor while favoring another.

“Oh honey, I told you he was a piece of shit,” she uttered, spooning some strawberry yogurt into her mouth as she bounced her feet off the arm of the sofa.

A door slammed and Trish jumped. Sitting up, her back strained at the angle as she peered over the couch. When she saw Ruiz standing in the kitchen, dripping wet and naked from head to toe after a steaming shower, she rolled her eyes and settled back down on the couch. “Are you happy now?” he asked.

Trish scoffed. “Why are you asking me? Don’t you feel better?”

“I feel like a pot roast.”

“Turn down the temperature next time, then,” she said through a mouthful of yogurt. “You do look fresher, less like a dusty book jacket.”

“Fuck you.” Ruiz padded back to the room to throw on some night clothes. When he was out of earshot, Trish snorted and grinned at his plight.

Then she called out, “I hope you didn’t track water through the place!”

“Slip on it for all I care!” he called from his bedroom.

“I’ll take you down with me!”

“Not if I’m in here and you’re out there!”

“I’ll find a way!” Trish continued to chortle to herself. She had no intention of slipping, and he’d likely be out to clean up after himself shortly. Relaxing fully on the couch, she enjoyed her snack and her show. She watched the door to the shop out of the corner of her eye, but allowed the majority of her attention to remain on the lop and her bachelors.