Waving his hand at himself in the mirror, he goes to the forefront to communicate with the viewer.
Eleanor (to the viewer, sincerely). What have I not tried! Diets in general, all that there are have passed through me. Physical exertion, as much as possible – were. Proper nutrition, vegetarianism… I was even a vegan… but not for long. I was sitting on a raw food diet… I almost died, but I still didn't lose weight. Wraps, baths, different modes… Yes, all… Well, really… That's all there is – I've tried everything. But I'm only getting wider from all this… I don't know what to do.
Kostya enters. He's in high spirits. Hiding some kind of box behind his back.
Kostya (happily). Ale? I'm at home. Look what I brought. Ale… oop!
Pulls out a box of cakes from behind his back.
Eleanor (turning around, joyfully, seeing her husband). Kostya! (Ambiguously, after seeing a box of cakes.) Kooooostik, what are you doing to me, that's Herod. How is it possible with real people. You know how much I love sweets, but…
he points with his hands at himself, at his size.
Eleanor (sadly). So… so what? And how?
Kostya (positively). Elechka, don't worry. If you really want to, then a little bit is possible, and maybe even useful. And then… I love cakes myself, so what… I'm going to eat, and you're going to watch? Come on, as they say, a little…
Eleanor (condescendingly). The provocateur… But maybe… just a little… take a sip…
Kostya (delighted). Exclusively take a sip!
Kostya runs away, leaving a box of cakes on the table.
Intriguing music sounds.
Eleanor cautiously, slowly, hesitantly approaches the box, as if casually, as if even disinterestedly, casually turns her gaze to the box. Looks away. But her gaze is drawn back to the box.
Eleanor stops fighting with herself, "breaks off the chain", grabs this box, nervously opens it and greedily, with gusto, begins to eat cakes. One by one. Quickly, cleverly, professionally.
The music ends.
On the third cake, Kostya enters. He carries a teapot in one hand, two mugs in the other.
Kostya (looking forward, happily, not yet seeing his wife). Now we are doing this…
Eleanor comes into Kostya's field of vision, who freezes with the third nibbled cake brought to her mouth.
Kostya stops, swallows pitifully, approaches the box, lowers his hands with the kettle and mugs in frustration.