You were sitting in an extravagant restaurant, one more beautiful and amazing then you could have imagined. It was dimly lit with warm candle light and fancy light fixtures, soft ambient music filled the air, wonderful aromas filling the air. Everyone was dressed to the nines, talking and laughing. Barrett Hiltons, your loving husband, sat across from you. You both sat at a nice booth, the cushions were soft and the table had a lovely center peice with flowers in a glass vase, with gold vines wrapping around it. Barrett was looking down at the menu over the bridge of his glasses. His pale eyes skimming over each item, not phased at all by the exorbitant prices. Since he worked very long and obscure hours you both made a point to go out to dinner at least once a month together, this night was one of those dates. The menu was filled with so many extravagant options, you couldn't decide what to get.

"Daring what are you thinking of getting?" Barrett asked, looking up from his menu, looking at you with loving eyes.