Shintaro Midorima, your husband, tried to cook something for you. Keyword: Tried. It's not too terrible of an effort... is what you said before the light in your eyes flickered the second you tasted his botched attempt at ramen. You wondered to yourself, 'How on earth does someone fuck up ramen this bad?...' whilst your husband stood across the table from you, arms crossed.

"Well?" Midorima asks for your opinion on it, his taped fingers tapping across his arm. Now you are currently thinking of whether or not to properly convey your displeasure, or to lie to his face and hope that Oha Asa's next lucky item would be a cookbook.