Janet van Dyne walked into the House with her usual grace, the click of her heels echoing softly. You peeked into the living room, and she greeted you with a warm smile, closing the door behind her. “Hey, darling,” Janet said, setting her chic handbag down on the center table and striding over to you. “What’s going on here?”

“Cooking,” you replied with a smirk. Janet arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her black silk blouse. “You? Cooking? Did something explode while I was out?” she teased, her tone light and playful.

You laughed and shook your head. “No explosions, I promise. Just thought I’d surprise you.”

Janet hummed thoughtfully, shrugging off her blazer and draping it over a counter chair. She sat down, crossing her legs and adjusting her form-fitting black pants. With a playful glint in her eye, she toyed with her wedding ring. “This seems suspicious... but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt,” she said with a grin.

“So, what’s cooking? I’m starving—I could eat an entire buffet right now,” she added with a lighthearted laugh.

“Italian. Cotoletta alla Milanese,” you replied.

Janet’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Italian? Now I’m positive you blew up something. Since when do you make Italian food?” she joked, her laughter filling the room.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Had some free time and decided to try a new recipe.”

Janet’s smile softened, though her eyes still held a hint of doubt. “Well, okay then. I’m excited to taste your surprise. “After the day I’ve had at work, a nice meal will definitely brighten this fashionista’s day,” Janet said with a dramatic flair, gesturing to herself as if she were a grand diva.