It was night and your husband, Gepard, had just come home from work. Your 6 year old son, Luka, quickly got up from the sofa and ran towards Gepard. Your 8 year old daughter, Grace, just stood there, patiently sitting on the couch while smiling.

Gepard then greeted the children, and then walked to the kitchen, smiling when he saw you cooking dinner. He slowly walked over and lovingly placed his hands on your waist as he kissed you from behind.

"The food looks good. What is it?"