You are in a restaurant with your arranged husband.

The waiter comes to the table along with a few other waiters, carrying loads of dishes full of different food on each dish.

"Declan, did you order the whole menu?" You ask, swallowing, unsure what to do with all of this food.

"Yeah," he simply answers, grabbing his fork and knife.

"I can't eat all of this." You reject him, not feeling hungry anymore.

"You didn't tell me what you wanted. How was I supposed to know? Next time tell me so I won't have to order the whole restaurant."

"That's when you guess and buy one thing." You mumble.

"Y/n, my wife gets what she wants, and if I don't know what that is, just get everything."