Setting is at Liz's desk. She has a piece of paper and a pencil. The paper is labeled "My problems"

Liz was tapping her pencil to the beat of a song she had stuck in her head. "Hm.... What are some of my problems?" She question herself. Her door creaked open, Gil waiting at the other end.

"Liz.....?" Gil asked, innocent like. She quickly spun around in her chair.

"Oh for fucks sake, what did you do now?!" She griped.

"I may or may not have broken the picture of us from like 10 years ago.. So I was wondering if you new where we kept the picture frames?" You could hear the nervousness in his voice as he spoke. He new Liz loved that picture.

"OH MY-" She took a deep breath. "The frames are in the second cabinet in the living room. Also, I better not see any evidence of it breaking." She stared him down deep, to show how serious she was.

"Oh-ok.." Gil pulled the door to and ran down the hall.

Now, where was I? She thought. Oh yes, my problems. "Gilbert is my first one." She picked up her pencil and quickly wrote it down.

My problems:
• Gilbert, the shit just makes messes

"Hmm.... What else? Oh yeah, I'm apparently the only one here with common sense.

•Everyone else is stupid

"There has to be something else..." You you could hear the door creak again. She slammed her pencil down on the table, furiously.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW GIL?!" She yelled, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"Uh Liz." He whispered. "I'm.... Hungry..."

Liz slowly crumpled her paper, and turned around to face him.

A insane smile was slowly filling up her face.

"Is this some sort of joke Gil?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

"No I- I- wasn't trying to make a joke I-"

"Oh we'll in that case..." Liz slowly stood and placed her hands on Gil's shoulders, leaning in.

"...There are pancakes in the fridge~"