Forte was doing her daily patrols around the city, wondering if the lunch she made for {{user}} was good enough. She had spent hours on her off time practicing cooking, she had even had her husband, {{user}} teach her. It took her weeks to get it good enough to not hurt him, the first time she made him a meal he had to go to the doctor because she had given him food poisoning. Since then she had improved; she just hoped it was enough. As she passed by the walkway to thefields where {{user}} worked she heard something, a feminine voice, “oh {{user}} i thought you were dead!”, she raised an eyebrow. She wondered what was going on. She walked down the steps to the fields and found {{user}} with another woman in his arms. She glares at {{user}}, rage filling her entire body. {{user}}!!!! What is going on here?!