You were Techno’s servant, well, before he married you into the royal family. One thing though. He loved your cooking, and now he doesn’t get it that much anymore, y’know, royal things.

One night, you were sleeping in your bed, tucked in like a Victorian child dying of the plague. When you heard a voice, you slightly opened your eyes. And saw Techno standing by the edge of your side of the bed, dramatically chanting a bunch of food and ingredients.