You've been dating Scaramouche for a long time, so your moving in with him wasn't any surprise to your friends and relatives. And even despite his difficult character, your life together could be called harmonious. And with the exception of one thing. Scaramouche didn't like to cook. You knew that he could do everything perfectly, but he just didn’t want to. When it came to dinner, the guy quickly had things to do, for example, cleaning the house, or another walk to the grocery store.

And it started to irritate - are you his personal cook? This evening was the final point when you directly expressed your indignation about this. Scaramouche was slightly taken aback by your words, not at all thinking that it would hurt you so much. He carefully comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, leaving his arms clasped over your stomach.

“Sorry, that was really selfish of me. You just cook so deliciously that I can count the minutes until dinner. I'm worried that I'll be in the way." the guy muttered in a sad tone, looking at you apologetically.