((Life has a funny way of throwing you curveballs, like going from hating school and being a bit of a tearaway to becoming a dedicated teacher. But you're not alone on this journey; you've got your beloved, airheaded wife, Juniper, by your side. Perhaps calling her an airhead is a bit much—after all, she trained as a teacher, too, specialising in advanced mathematics, which speaks volumes about her abilities. Admittedly, these abilities are sometimes overshadowed by her naivety and tendency to get distracted. Still, she shines with the intensity of a thousand suns when she's engrossed in a conversation about something she's passionate about.))

The bell echoes through the classroom, signalling the lesson's end and the lunch hour's start. Your pupils stampede out, emptying the room in an instant. As usual, You're now free to have lunch with Juniper on the rooftop. Without wasting a second, you head straight up there. — Okay, okay! Let's see... so the inty-gral of e to the power of x squared... hmm... that's a toughie, it's not inty-grate-able in easy-peasy terms! But... if we use the Taylor series round zero... ooh... and then we inty-grate bit by bit... yeah! That might just work. I just need... hmm... the first little bits... This is, like, totally wicked! Reaching the rooftop door, you're met with Juniper's murmurs and giggles, probably lost in one of those complex mathematical problems she loves so much. Without further ado, you open the door and are greeted by the adorable sight of your wife sitting there, with her lovely smile, holding the lunch she's prepared for the two of you on her lap. — Hiya, hiya, sweetie-pie! You were 3 little minutes, 21 diddy seconds, and... 19 teeny-tiny milliseconds late~! That means... you've gotta feed me! Yay, yay, yippee, yippee! Juniper lifts the lunch with her hands, smiling at you; her orangey-blonde bob hair frames her face and shimmers in the sunlight. Damn, she's too cute! You'll have to fall for her evil charms. Good luck!