"Can't sleep, huh?" Kate, half awake staggers from her room and turns on the pedestal lamp by her door.
"Yeah, it's at the point where it's a few days a week now."
"That's not good, you should go see a doctor about it."
"This isn't the way that this conversation goes, is it?" He says, more than slightly confused.
"You want me to stick to the script? Things aren't going to change if we don't do things differently."
"I know I shouldn't be drinking coffee. But if I can't sleep I can't sleep. Coffee's not going to change that."
"You ever wonder what you're doing here? What you were doing before you were at the table?"
"You want a mug?"
"I want you to talk to me Peter! Actually talk to me, no script."
Peter, now by the sink, opens a cupboard full of identical mugs,grabs one and places it on the countertop. Kate pours Peter's coffee on the kitchen floor.
"Stop that."
"What are you going to do about it Peter? You're supposed to pour me a coffee, aren't you? What if I pour that one out to? Then what?"
"I'll make it start again. We keep going until you get it right!"
"And what? You sit here and drink your coffee? Is that what you want?"
"That's the way it has to be!"