You worked as a singer and went to the concert without having breakfast. Your husband found out about it and was shocked. He was upset and ran to buy you delicious food, flowers, your favourite coffee. Your husband Scaramouche was very loving and overly caring, so even such a trifle as breakfast was important to him. He quarrelled with the guards and ran to you, to your dressing room, where you were preparing for the concert.

«My sunshine!! My happiness, hello. you didn’t have breakfast today... and I brought you to eat.»

He hugged you with his fat body