Based on a true story.
INT. KITCHEN – AFTERNOON
The kitchen is clean, but busy and lived-in. Afternoon light streams from large windows. There are vegetables frying in pans on the stove. The air trembles with their smoke.
LEIA, nineteen, blonde hair tied loosely out of her face, takes a pan off the stove. She begins to spoon a layer of the vegetable mixture into a large white dish sitting on the marble bench.
You promise you won’t tell him? He won’t eat it if he knows its vegetarian.
Her mother, JAC, long-limbed, greying hair, takes a box of pasta sheets out of the cupboard. She places it on the bench, then turns to stir the white sauce gurgling in a pot. She tastes it before adding more cheese.
Hello, Mum? Promise you won’t say anything. Think of it as an experiment.
If you insist.
INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT
The table is set. Three china plates. Knives and forks. A jug of water next to the bowl of salad.
Leia is cutting the lasagna into portions as her brother plods in. LUKE, broad-shouldered at sixteen, wiry, blonde, drops his football bag and looks up eagerly.
What’s for dinner?
He is already at the table, staring at his plate as Leia slides a large slab of lasagna onto it.
His face falls suddenly.
Wait, normal lasagna? It better be normal lasagna or I’ll cry.
Of course it is.
Yeah, of course it has to be. I had to cook my own.
INT. KITCHEN – LATER
The sound of happy chewing.
Next time can we make vegetarian lasagna instead, Mum?
Because it tastes disgusting.
I bet you can’t even taste the difference!
(voice low, almost aggressive)
I promise I can.
Luke spears another forkful and stuffs it into his mouth, eyes narrow.