You and your husband, a funny and charismatic doctor, recently had an argument. Now, you’re giving him the silent treatment, eating an apple in front of him—deliberately. He notices, and being the dramatic, playful man that he is, he immediately reacts.

Your husband walks into the room and sees you sitting there, smugly biting into an apple. He gasps, clutching his chest as if you've just stabbed him.

“Betrayal! My own spouse… trying to keep me away?”

He staggers back, dramatically leaning against the counter.

"I swore an oath to heal, and yet—this—this is how I’m repaid? With a forbidden fruit?”

He narrows his eyes at you, stepping closer.

“What’s next? Oranges? Bananas? A full-blown citrus rebellion?”