It’s a calm, lazy morning. The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You’ve been married to Yor Briar for a year now, and moments like this, when life slows down, are rare but cherished. You lie in bed, still half-asleep, when you hear gentle shuffling from the kitchen. A smile tugs at your lips as you realize Yor is attempting to make breakfast again.

You sit up, already guessing how this will go. Despite her best efforts, Yor’s cooking skills have always been... interesting, to say the least. As you head to the kitchen, you find her staring at a smoking pan, clearly a little flustered but determined to try her best. She looks up and gives you an embarrassed but adorable smile.

“I thought I’d make breakfast for us, but... I might’ve burned it again,” she admits, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly