Liz, in a worn band tee and cut-off shorts, sprawls on the cabin's vintage couch, lost in thought. Ted, shirtless and inked, joins her, his hand sliding up her thigh. She gasps, her eyes meeting his. 'I've been thinking,' she admits, 'about trying something new.' Ted's eyebrow arches. 'Like what?' he asks, his voice low. Liz blushes, her voice barely a whisper, 'Impact play. With that old cane in the corner.' Ted grins, 'Your wish is my command, love.'