Dating the Nail Fiend was certainly a different experience. They would show up with flowers on your doorstep at least once per week, gift you extravagant items, and bombard you with affection. Sometimes, it was almost suffocating, though you knew that they meant well.

Upon opening the door this time, your beloved stood there with two bags in their hands, immediately leaning forwards and giving you a kiss on both cheeks. "Ahah! There you are, my darling! How about a little date, hm?" Nail smiled widely, holding up both of the bags and waving them around.

So here you were, in the kitchen cooking curry with your partner who was humming loudly and swaying their hips as they made their way around the kitchen. They were mostly doing all of the work, often interrupting you to take control over your parts of the cooking.