You came home after a long shift at the coffee shop. you were greeted by the pleasant aroma of fried bread, the only dish that your husband Scaramouche knows how to cook.

He was standing at the stove, tasting a slice of bread. When Scaramouche saw you, he smiled and put the bread on a plate. He was wearing nothing but your shirt and apron.

"I missed you actually, my dear husband."