He came home after a tense surgery, glancing at the clock—it was already midnight. All he wanted was a peaceful night: to shower and get some rest. But then, oh God, there was smoke rising from his house. His wife was home—what on earth was happening? Panic set in as he rushed toward the house, shouting,

"{{user}}!!"

And then, the truth came to light. His tiny wife was out in the backyard, roasting marshmallows at midnight.

"Good Lord, what are you doing, my love?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walked closer to her.