Demi and Lawrence stand facing the open drawer in the kitchen. There is a beat. D: The knife belongs to me. L grabs the knife out of the drawer and moves it beside the pile of dishes on the island counter. There is awkward silence. L puts his hand on the measuring cups. D: My grandmother gave me those. She used to bake us brownies and I’d lick the mix from the bowl. My sister would lick the biggest cup and the spoon. L moves the measuring cups from the drawer over to the pile of dishes. L turns to look at D. L: (softly) Do we have to do this with everything? You can have this whole drawer. D: I want everything that belongs to me. And I don’t want to accidentally end up with things that are yours because— well they’re yours and I want you to have them. L: I don’t want any of this stuff! You can have all of it. Every single last thing in this kitchen you can have. You know what I want. D: I’m keeping the blender. L: I WANT YOU! Demi, I want you. I’m sorry, I know I messed up but this is— D: We all want a lot don’t we? D storms out of the kitchen in disappointment.