Megan is so good at being married to a writer.
“Hey babe. Come here so I can choreograph a thing for a moment. No, turn around. Okay, so is that the bottom of your left shoulder-blade? Right, so that’s where the gun is pointing.”
“No, it’s okay, I’m only holding the gun on you to hold you still while I figure out where the gap between ribs is, the ice pick in my other hand is much quieter.”
“It’s cool, you’re just going to make your skin as hard as granite when I stab-”
“… like you do…”
“And then you turn and elbow me in the temple – right, like that – so I’ll go over…. hmm, pretty much straight sideways at that angle. Okay, cool, that’s what I needed to know. Thanks babe.”