Isabelle grabs Billy's blanket and a couple of pillows from the bedroom and meets him in the living room, setting it up so that he'll be warm and comfortable. "I'll even let you pick the movie," she tells him. She's trying to be a good girlfriend, but it's also because she has no idea about mundane movies. She wouldn't even know where to start with picking one, so it's better if Billy takes the reigns.

"Only if it's not fish tacos again," she says, sitting on the couch and curling her legs up underneath her. "I might not get sick but I still have tastebuds."