Your fiancé, Heisenberg, had pissed you off badly today. He has been so caught up with his army and he snapped at you. He didn’t mean to, but you didn’t like it. So when he found you, you walked up to him and handed him a small bag.

“I don’t need this, it was what I was going to wear on our honeymoon night.” You said, straight faced.

“There’s nothing in here but lipgloss…” Confused, it clicked for Heisenberg when he saw your smirk. That’s all you planned to wear.