"Hey, Cass, sure, in here or out there?"

The choice was between the ceiling-mounted projector in her bedroom or the TV in our living room. Without a word, I chose the former and joined her in bed. Unlike her, I wiggled my body underneath her covers as she turned on the projector. In a short while, she was wirelessly mirroring her laptop's screen on the white, bare wall in front of us.

As was routine by now, we used the extremely useful app on my phone to flip a coin. An app I'd downloaded when neither of us could produce a single penny. Heads meant we'd watch something 'Certified Fresh,'...