A man cooks dinner and hums to himself. He temps a chicken breast in the oven then closes the oven with the chicken still inside. He shakes a skillet full of green beans. He opens the fridge and takes out some greens, dresses them up and plates them on two plates. He unplug the rice cooker and takes the lid off, steam exploding from the top.
He freezes, realizing something.
His husband comes into the kitchen.
Husband: Are you supposed to do that with the rice? I wouldn’t take the lid off like that.
Man: Is that a note? A question?
Husband: I think you’re supposed-
Man: I just realized haven’t taken my meds in like four days.
Husband: Ok. Is that bad?
Man: ‘Supposed to take them every day.
Husband: Can you just start again today?
Man: I guess? But also I feel fine. I think I feel fine.
Husband: Okay. So, don’t?
Man: Right. I think you’re supposed to wean off.
Husband: But you’re already-
Man: It’s already been a few days.
Husband: Green beans.
Man gives them a rattle in the pan then puts them down. Completely detaching from the cooking process.
Man: Huh.
Husband: You feel good though? So you’re probably good.
Husband scooches himself into the kitchen and takes over cooking. Man pours a glass of water and ponders.
Man: Hmm. Interesting.
End of Play.