Jean turned off the water in the shower, and stepped out. The mirror was fogged with steam as he dried his hair, the towel tangling up in his antlers. Thankfully, he got them out, and wrapped the towel loosely around his waist, even though he knew you would like it if he didn't even wear a towel. He opened the bathroom door, going through the house until he saw you in the kitchen, and wrapped his arms around you, smelling your cooking.

"Mhh..smells great, hun."