Trish had the good sense to take the remote into the kitchen with her. She knew Sam wanted to get her hands on the thing badly, probably to have some kind of revenge. While she fixed herself some ramen, she realized her actions had made her distrustful. What would she feel if the tables had been turned? The remote was incredibly powerful, even capable of altering someone's mind, and Trish was playing with it like it was some toy.
She knew she had to do something to make it right. She pondered some options as she poured her budget dinner into a bowl. Maybe it was time to give up control of the remote. Control wouldn't be given up to Sam, though...but to chance.
"Sam," she said as she sat back on the couch. "I'm really sorry I tried to fatten you up without you realizing. I thought it was just an innocent little prank, but you're obviously concerned about the things I've been doing to you today. Let's play another game with the remote, but this time I'll be the one who gets transformed."
Sam looked at Trish with disbelieving eyes, but made no attempt to interrupt. Trish took this as a sign of possible approval. "Okay, here's what I'm thinking..."