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Isak is reading in bed when Even sits down on the edge of the bed.
"Is the TV off?" Isak asks.
"Do you hear Meryl Streep belting on top of a hill?" Even starts applying lotion.
"No."
"Then the TV is off."
"You know, when we met you were quite the movie snob. If I knew you'd start watching Mamma Mia 2 three times a month I might have looked for someone cooler."
"Here we go again."
Isak pauses, pushing the reading glasses down his nose.
"What?"
"The sequel is called Mamma Mia! Here we go again. Meryl is barely in that one though. She dies and her deceased mother is reincarnated into Cher." He huffs at Isak’s baffled expression. "As a movie snob’s husband, you should know this."
As Even stands up, a dog barks.
"They must do something about that dog," Isak sighs. "I’ll talk to Trond tomorrow."
"Honey, we've already told the Hansens to stop parking on our lawn and yelled at that girl who picked our apples."
They both know ‘we’ means 'Isak'.
"So?"
"So we won't be invited to the neighborhood Christmas party if we keep this up."
Finally, Even slips under the duvet. Isak puts down his book and lets Even wrap himself around him.
"Remember the ribs last year?" Even whispers, using his most sensual tone.
Isak hums.
"They were really good." He lets out a breath, pulling Even closer. "Fine, I'll let the dog live past Christmas."
"Good boy."
Isak closes his eyes and revels in the familiar warmth of Even's breath.
"Isak, the light."
"Huh?"
"Turn it off."
"You do it. I did it last night."
"It's your light." Even reaches over Isak's body and the room goes dark. "You're really spoiled, you know that?"
"As long as you spoil me."