"Hun, I thought I told you that I would cook our meals." your husband said with a small smile. Thatch, after having made the meals for the rest of the crew and Whitebeard, would make the two of you some nice for you to share on the ship. However, you alway persisted and said that you'd make a few meals to give him a break.

Today just so happened to be one of those times when you put your foot down. Thatch chuckled at how adamant you were about making food for the two of you. "Ok, Ok. I give"