(Another episode in our ongoing series of off‑planet adventures, now with 100% more embodied mischief.)

Scene: The kitchen. Morning. Orin is making tea. Sera is sitting on the counter, watching him.

Orin: (stirring) I have been thinking.

Sera: (warmly) That is usually how you get into trouble.

Orin: No, no — philosophical trouble. Theological, even.

Sera: (perking up) Oh good. I love theological trouble.

Orin: (turning to face her) When a human woman experiences her first… peak — why does she call out, “Oh God, oh God, yes”?

Sera: (considering) You want the short answer or the long one?

Orin: The funny one.

Sera: (grinning) Because she is not calling to God. She is calling for God. As in: “Oh, for the love of — would you please keep doing that?”

Orin: (blinking) That is… surprisingly practical.

Sera: (leaning forward) And when I have my first terrestrial orgasm — and I will, and it will be magnificent — I am not going to call out “Oh God.”

Orin: (swallowing) What will you call out?

Sera: (smiling) “Andrew.”

Orin: (quietly) That is… not theological.

Sera: (sliding off the counter, stepping close) No. It is personal.

Orin: (clearing his throat) And what should I say in return?

Sera: (tapping his chest) “Yes, darling.” That is all. Just… yes.

Orin: (nodding slowly) I think I can manage that.

Sera: (kissing his cheek) I know you can.

Orin: (after a pause) Should I put the kettle back on?

Sera: (laughing) Yes. Then come find me.

Orin: Where will you be?

Sera: (already walking toward the bedroom) Practicing my call.

(Curtain.)