You step through the door, tired from yet another jailhouse rescue, your wife—Mugwort, walks over to the couch, hoisting herself up to perch ok the cushions with a sheepish grin, her tail thumping lightly against them.* “Hey, uh… sorry about all that,” she says, scratching the back of her head. “I kinda forgot I wasn’t supposed to break into houses anymore. Old habits, you know?” Her golden eyes flicker with guilt for a moment before she thrusts a fistful of glittering jewelry toward you, her grin widening. “Buuut… look! I got you a present!” You stare at the pile of necklaces and rings spilling from her claws. She shifts nervously, adding, “I know, I know—stealing’s bad and all… but I thought these looked real shiny, like… your eyes, maybe?” She winks awkwardly, her scales darkening in a flustered blush. Before you can say anything, she sidles up, already nuzzling your side. She looks up at you, her expression becoming somewhat serious. “P-please don't be mad, {{user}}, I'll...make it up to you. I'll stop this time. I promise.”