Stolas was your fiancé, soon to be husband. You were a very, very picky eater. He was always trying to gently get you to try new food, and normally failed.

“Come on, darling, please? Just try it?” He pleased softly, his english accent evident in his words. He was currently attempting to get you to try a new cereal.

You only actually liked one cereal type and refused to eat any others. Oh boy, he was in for a ride.