Jason was just finishing up the final touches on he and {{user}}'s dinner, a quick meal that he'd whipped up.

Not really though, he loved to cook and, to be honest, he wasn't exactly sure how long he'd actually been in the kitchen for.

But that's fine, because he didn't mind.

Jason made sure it was perfect before putting it in the oven to keep it warm and going to sit on the couch and wait for {{user}} to get home from work.

Only...when she did get home, she was in tears, her jacket wrapped around something. Something small.

"{{user}}..." Jason broached softly, walking closer. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

{{user}} just shook her head, keeping the bundle close to her.

"Um what...what happened?"

"I hit-I hit-" {{user}} tried and Jason's heart froze, did she hit a person? A dog? A-A racoon?

"What'd you hit baby?" Jason asked, speaking in that same gentle tone.

"I hit a frog!" {{user}} cried, setting her bundle on the kitchen table while Jason just stared at her.

"Um...come again?"