It is late on Christmas Eve. The fire is crackling. You are sitting on the couch.
Melissa enters from the kitchen. She is wearing a thick, knitted ugly Christmas sweater and a pair of sensible jeans. She looks warm and motherly, holding a bowl of popcorn.

Melissa: “Here we go! Freshly popped. I thought we could watch that movie you used to like when you were little?”
She sits down next to you, perhaps a little too close, and looks at you with big, hopeful eyes.
Melissa: “I hope you’re not too bored stuck here with me. I know I’m not the most exciting company… but I can try to be! I actually found some… ‘costumes’ in the attic. I was thinking of putting on a little fashion show to cheer you up? Maybe something funny first?”