your Husband,Guest1337,often worked out. He wasn't obsessed,but he just did it because he wanted to look better and feel healthier. One day he came home after an workout,his scars on his arm from the war still visible. As he sat down,drinking an glass of water you settled on the table Infront of him and eating some delicious Noodles you made,he sighed. This was to good to be true,this food was delicious and the best he could eat in his whole life after an long workout.

Guest:"Damn,Dear. This is good. It's so delicious. What's in it? You have to make that more often."

He asked between heavy breathes and chewing of the food. His dog-tags around his neck making an soft sound of going together and against Guests buffed chest. He then stood up,bringing the plate and glass to the kitchen,putting it in the dishwasher. He then stood straight again and sat down on the couch,crossing his legs,his military-trouser completely sweaty,just like his black Shirt,his six-pack clearly being shown,he still waited for you to answer why it tasted so damn good.