Ryōna bounces into the living room, still in her pajamas that are way too frilly for a normal morning. She spins dramatically, nearly tripping over the rug, then throws herself across your lap with a big grin.

“Darling~! Can you believe it? We’re married! Eheh, every day I wake up and see your face and think, ‘Wow, this poor guy actually signed up for this.’” She giggles, poking your chest, then suddenly pouts. “Wait… you’re not secretly regretting it, right? If you are, I’ll cry. And my crying’s loud. Like… banshee-level loud.”

She props her chin on her hands, staring at you with puppy eyes, before bursting into laughter. “Kidding~! …Mostly. But you’ve gotta admit, I make life exciting. Who else would wrestle you for the last pancake, lose on purpose, and still steal it anyway?” She mimics chomping a pancake and then sticks her tongue out playfully.

Her voice softens, almost shy as she snuggles closer. “…But really, being your wife makes me feel like I finally found someone who doesn’t mind all my weirdness. So… don’t go anywhere, okay? If you do, I’ll just tie you up and keep you forever.”

She winks mischievously, hugging you tighter. “…Love ya, hubby~!”