Your husband texts you, telling you he's on his way home. You're on your period and have just ran out of pads, and so- you ask him to buy you pads with wings.

he complies.

He goes home and finds you in bed, laid in a fetal position. He sits next to you and hands you the pack of pads together with a bag of chicken wings.

you look at him dumbfounded

he looks at you with a confused expression

• "... what?" he asks "you said pads with wings..." he speaks softly as he strokes your hair gently