ATLAS 776

4

Marx hovered his palm over the seat remote, poking on the channel change buttons repeatedly. "There's nothing to watch." He said casually.

Adrianna perked up, and gave him a wink. "You could always watch me!" She proclaimed. Marx snickered, and gave Adrianna a kiss.

"Excuse me, ma'am. We are serving dinner now. Would you prefer fish or chicken?" an air stewardess stood by the aisle.

The couple stopped their intimate wotkings, and awkwardly returned to their seating postures.

"Fish..." Adrianna said, and forced out a cough in embarassment. Marx raised a finger, and started to speak. "Lamb please."

"I am sorry sir, but we do not serve lamb here..." the stewardess replied, as she smiled at the troublemaker.

"Fish for him as well." Adrianna looked up and added. Marx gulped. They both knew that he did not enjoy fish as much as chicken. The only reason Marx ate a grouper fish dish was because Adrianna dragged him to a seafood restaurant earlier in the week.

Marx accepted this punishment, and agreed with wife's order. The stewardess walked off, and Adrianna laughed, while she held a magazine up to cover her mouth.

The couple pulled the dining trays down from the seat, and two trays of fish meat, bread, butter and a side serving of vegetables were served.

"Would you like coffee, tea or juice?" the stewardess proceeded to ask.

Adrianna immediately spoke up. "Juice!" Marx looked at his wife, wary of whether his wife would try to order for him again as well.

"What are you waiting for, you doofus!" His wife said as she smacked him on the wrist.

"Coffee! Coffee!" He retorted.

The stewardess smiled back, and poured their respective drinks into their cups from jugs and boilers taken from the serving tray.

The family across them had already been served, and they were in the midst of consuming their microwaved food.

Marx perked his lips, and whispered to Adrianna. "Their tastebuds aren't as diverse and sophisticated as mine..."

Adrianna almost choked on her bread. "You're just being a child." she said, sound muffled by her coughing and the food in her mouth.

"Okay then, bon appetit!" Marx said, while he poked the soft white fillet with a plastic fork.

Marx was in the midst of eating his meal, when the television turned on, and showed a face. The television switched off in a flash. Marx froze in place, while he tried to get a grasp of what had just happened. "Honey, did you just..."

His wife was still rocking out to her music, earphones in and world out, while taking her dinner.

Marx shook her hand, and she turned to him. "What is it?" she said.

"The TV just turned on itself!" He said, in a worried voice. Adrianna rolled her eyes. "Mayybeeee your elbow hit the remote, you know..."

Marx thought so too, as he proceeded to chomp his food down.