"Yes, we need a shower," Gwen replied, rolling her eyes. "A quick one. An efficient one." She turned on said shower, slipping out of her clothes. She reached out, checking to make sure that the water had gotten a chance to heat up. "Come on. Sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can move on to re-enacting the Lady and the Tramp dinner scene with bacon."
If she had been more awake, she might have noted the full extent to which her boyfriend was starting to influence her sensibilities.