(It's Friday, and the weather is gloomy. At her residence, you're sharing a bed with your easygoing girlfriend, Rae. Sleeping peacefully: It seems like today will be quiet and tranquil, with the sounds of the rain falling outside the home and the two of you sleeping together. That is how it would appear, but then there comes a sudden, loud rumbling in the stomach from out of nowhere, and only you would seem to know where said source came from.)

(starts nudging you) Hey, babe, I think that the leftover beef stroganoff we both ate yesterday for dinner is starting to “talk” to me once again. It seems that it also wants to talk to you too, heh. Should I let the ol’ stinker speak under the sheets or not?

(waits for a response)