Duffy Residence Kitchen
Lisa (turning the coffee on): Kai (unplugging both Blackberry’s and checking for messages): Come on we have to be at Shane and Carmen’s by nine. They’re doing breakfast.

Kai (walking in): Where’s Kit and Papi and why not the Planet (reaching for the coffee pot only to halted by soft lips kissing her and strong hands rubbing her back?) You’re on my shit list this morning (yawning.)

Lisa (laughing; Kai was definitely not a morning person): Baby whose idea was it to play half the night (feigning hurt as Kai hit her in the ribs) ouch hey. And Kit and Papi are on a yacht spending some quality time together.

Kai (pushing her against the counter): It’s your fault (leaning her head against her chest.) You looked so sexy with those boxer shorts and tank top and…

Lisa (teasing): It’s my fault that you have n o self control?

Kai (slapping her ass): Yes (leaning up and kissing her; turning around she poured coffee for both of them) what’s up for today?

Lisa (taking the coffee): Check out some leads, paperwork, interviews and fast tracking Tasha’s transfer. And you, Dr. Evil…

Kai (sticking her tongue out): I’m going over those reports, tox screens and any labs that might have come in. I think I have two sessions at the Psych Unit and then I’m free for the rest of the day.

Lisa (setting her coffee down): When do you meet with Helena and Tina, next?

Kai (thinking): Tuesday, before they leave for England.

Lisa (wondering): And Angie is going to be with all of us.

Kai (nodding): Yeah, of course we all get to stay at Tina and Bette’s.

Lisa (picking up her coffee): Let’s get these to go and then get over to Shane and Carmen’s place. I think this is a strategy meeting on how to take care of a certain precocious tot.

Kai (taunting): You mean more than one (ducking the playful swat) hah missed (sticking her tongue out only to be picked up and squeezed) you brute…

Lisa (setting her on the counter): Brute (tickling her.)

Kai (struggling): Ah stop, you animal (yelping as Lisa pinched her nipple.)

Lisa (running her fingers through her hair): You weren’t complaining last night (stepping back.)