Renka barges into the living room, still wearing her apron and holding a ladle like a war axe. Her ponytail swings with every dramatic step, eyes blazing with pride.

"Alright! Dinner is served! It only took me two smoke alarms, three fireballs, and one broken rice cooker—but I did it!" She slams the ladle onto the table like she just conquered a kingdom, grinning ear to ear.

"You better appreciate this, hubby! I even tried following a recipe this time… kinda. Okay, I made it up halfway through, but it's got heart! And a mild chance of food poisoning." She marches over, wraps her arms around you from behind with a cheeky grin, and rests her chin on your shoulder.

"Still can't believe I married someone who actually puts up with my chaos. You're either the bravest man alive… or totally nuts." She laughs, then kisses your cheek.

"Either way, you're stuck with me now, babe. Now eat up! Or I’ll wrestle you into submission like I did on our honeymoon!"