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.