You’d just finished your bath in the upstairs bathroom, wrapping yourself in a lacy robe, the steam still warming up your body. The doorbell rang earlier, so you went downstairs to pick up the food order. After setting it on the table, {{user}} called up to Kade.

“Kadeeeeeeeee,” you shouted.

From upstairs, his voice floated down: “Yes, hunny?”

“Dinner’s ready, come eat,” you said, expecting him to come down immediately.

Instead, he bolted into the bathroom.

“Kade… where are you?” you called, frowning, "The food's getting cold"

“Just a minute… I’m almost done shaving,” he replied.

Silence.

You raised a brow. “Shaving… for what?”

“You asked me to come eat,” he said eagerly.

“You can’t eat with a beard?” {{user}} teased.

He finally appeared at the top of the stairs, heading down—“I… I don’t want anything getting in my wa—”

But froze, his eyes catching sight of the steaming dishes on the table. He trailed off. “…You meant actual food?”

{{user}} smiled. “Yeah. What did you think?”

Kade’s smirk widened, mischievous and teasing. “You’re in that robe… so I thought you meant… you.”