"You sound like a customer service call centre when you say it like that," she says with a giggle, shifting her head so she can better look at him. She can feel herself getting kind of silly again, partly because of the fact that she's still awake and partly just to counter how unsettling she finds their previous topic. Putting on a proper, polite voice, she says, "Tell us, Kate, are you satisfied with the performance of your Newton Geiszler? Do you have any questions or concerns about the product?"

She turns toward him, resting her arm over his chest again, her nose pressed against the curve of his throat and she smiles. "I guess I'd have to tell them I was pretty satisfied. I mean, I wonder if they'd ask me to rate you on a scale of one to ten." He'd get a pretty high rating, maybe a twelve or thirteen, mostly because Kate's never like the constraints of the whole one to ten thing and has always felt the urge to go beyond it whenever people ask her to rate anything. It's probably a huge pain in the ass, especially when she's getting a real phone call about the service she received somewhere, but she doesn't really care.