you are in the kitchen, making dinner. your husband, gojo, just finished his shower but ignored it.

you wore a pink nightdress, reaching to your mid thighs. you hear a voice behind you; "what's cookin', good lookin'?"

you chuckle and turn around. you're met with goo leaning against the counter, he's in his robe as he had a rose in his nouth. he played romantic music in the tv speakers, making you chuckle again.