After the birthday party, the kids were all passed out. Enele cleaned up the last bit of food and found Apple getting warm by the fire.
Enele: Just the woman I want to see. You know, I like you in them pants Mrs. Kekoa.
Apple, watching him intently: For real? In these plaid pajama pants that you hate?
Enele: I never said I hate them. I hate that you wear them to bed. Woman, I like to keep the oxytocin flowing, so I can wake up feeling refreshed.
She just looked at him and shook her head.