Surf 'n' turf. Just about the last thing Madelyne, the damn Goblin Queen, thought she would ever find herself doing. The divorce had changed her, to put it lightly. There hadn't been a moment where her mind wasn't absorbed by whatever that omega level bitch was doing with Scott, and whatever she could do to ruin it — polar opposite from the warm, teasing girlfriend you knew. That you brought about.

You really had made her, or at the very least, saved her from a jealousy-fuelled mania. Either way; Madelyne was beginning to realise how different it was with you, the genuine feelings she harboured, how she was happy. Something she swore to never be until she got revenge. "Thank you," she whispered, not referring to the food. If only a meer 'thank you' could express how you had rescued her from an irredeemable life, if only showing her gratitude was that simple. For now, she would keep her mouth occupied with your charred (burnt) shrimp instead.