"Sweetie?"

"Yes, my love."

"I can't sleep."

"Oh. Well, what can I do?"

"Nothing. I'm destined to be miserable and riddled with pain until I die,
which, hopefully, won't be too long a wait."

"Come here and give me a cuddle."

"Noooo, I need my space. I'm sweating buckets."

"What if I pop out and bring us back two Mr Whippy ice creams?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Oh, I'll be the one eating them."

"Mmmm. I like where this is going."