He finds the universal remote on the nightstand and punches the magic number. In the kitchen the coffee maker wheezes. Better living through technology.
"Chaos," he wonders. "What an antique notion. How eighties. How vingtieme siècle."
She sniffs the percolated air. "Well okay, maybe chaos was last season's thing. So what's next? Got any other big ideas?"
"Wrong question," he says. "No big ideas wanted. Everything drastically reduced for quick sale. Think small."
"Size doesn't matter, really."