roll over

H: (rubbing his shoulder on my fingernails to scratch it)
M: You should roll over so I can scratch your back.
H: Okay. (rolling over) Why are you awake? What day is it?
M: It’s not-quite-Friday.
H: What am I doing?
M: Rolling over so I can scratch your back. You like that.
H: Ohhhh. Yeah. Yeah I do. Good deal.

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sailing

M: Whatcha doin’ babe?
H: Sailing through the channel.
M: Can you scoot over a bit? I can’t fit.
H: (grumbling stuff I can’t hear) Whatever, batwing girl.