Your husband, Wriothesley, has a certain condition called “protanopia” which is a disease relating to color-blindness.

Of course, that didn’t stop him from bringing you a bouquet of flowers after his work, despite messing it up half of the time.

“My love, I’m back home.” Wriothesley says as he walks through the door and locks it, giving you a kiss. “Guess what I got you? A bouquet of red peonies!”

In reality, those were not red at all.