Izzy and Jacob are in bed watching old reruns on the television. Jacob is lying on her p, facing the television while she pys with his hair. When his stomach rumbles loud enough she can hear it, “Why don't you order room service?” she says, rubbing his rumbling belly.

  “Sounds good. What would you like?” He says, rubbing her belly in response, “Now that you are eating for 2.”

  She throws her pillow at him. “I'm not pregnant. But I want an Italian sub with extra pickles”.

  He tickles her. “You sure you don't even like pickles?”

  She squirms and feels the cum leak out of her. “Stop, that feels gross.” She struggles and fights back, tickling him. He feels his bdder threaten to let go.

  “I surrender; Izzy, you're going to make me pee,” he cries out. She stops and helps him up.

  He calls room service, and the voice of the cat answers, “Thanks for calling Joe's. What can I get ya?” he says in the worst Italian accent ever.

  “Hey, is this room service?” Jacob responds, confused.

  “No, this is Joe's,” the cat says with a grin.

  Jacob hangs up the phone, then dials again.

  “Hey, you have reached Dave's delicatessen,” the cat says with an uncanny Boston accent, his tail swishing back and forth with mirth.

  “Is that you, Cat?” Jacob asks, catching onto the joke.

  “Yes, it's me, Jacob. What would you like to order?” he responds, making Jacob's hair stand up.

  “Uh, subs Italian with extra pickles. 2 of them," Jacob responds. ‘I bet they have caller ID or something,’ he thinks. his skin still crawling from the cat knowing it's him.

  “Here at Dave's Delicatessen, we deliver in 15 mins or it's free,” Cat says and hangs up the phone.

  Jacob sets the receiver down. “The cat creeps me out, Izzy,” he says and then turns over again to snuggle against her. They continue watching their TV show.

  A knock at the door brings them both back to reality; the show paused. Jacob throws on a shirt and shorts and answers the door. It's the fox-eared girl from the bar. “Hiya! I have your room service, she hands a bag to Jacob. “Have a great day,” and leaves without another word. Jacob watches her go.

  They sit and eat. the show once more pying. ‘This is the life, or at least it's one heck of a vacation,’ he says, devouring the food.

  “It's a paid vacation so far for you, but I feel like I have been working hard,” she says, her insides still tender.

  Izzy's watch buzzes. She looks at it, checking the notification.

  “Report to medical,” it fshes. She sighs, her sub only half-finished, and she is snuggled up against Jacob comfortably.

  “I have to go to medical,” she says with frustration. “I'll be back in less than an hour.” She kisses Jacob's forehead.

  Jacob pulls her close. “Be safe.”

  “I have to go,” she says, pushing Jacob away.

  “Don't go alone; take a pickle with you.”. He hands Izzy a pickle spear with reverence the pickle does not deserve.

  She takes it and ughs, ‘This is the Jacob I fell in love with.’