“Maybe we should try something new.” She suggested.
“Couldn’t we just have tacos again?” He said back.
She opened the fridge, “We’ve has tacos for a week straight. And I don’t feel like living off of Taco Bell.”
She looked around, scavenging for ingredients. “Hey, (Name), look up some healthy recipes that use...” She paused, “Chicken, cheese, and broccoli.”
“Ew.” He said.
“What? You don’t like broccoli?”
“No, I heard the word healthy. But, that too.”
“Maybe if you tried something besides pizza and tacos you would actually like it.”
“I’d rather not.” He shrugged.
The two sat down at the small wooden table, smack in the middle of the kitchen. Hey didn’t have anywhere else to put it in their tiny house.
“Maybe we should just starve to death.” He recommended.
She chuckled, “I don’t know if I want that to be an option. We have little food as it is.”
She got out of her chair and scooted it in, “Well, I guess I’ll start on the chicken, I’m sure I’ll make up something.”
And that’s when the front door bust open and the two had guns pointed to their heads.