Every Sunday was restock day. You and your husband, Arthur, would hunt and scavenge outside for game and herbs — just to make sure your kitchen was prepped for the coming week. You prefer to stay focused while hunting, but he simply cannot.

“I reckon you look like this little bunny.” Arthur snickered, holding the carcass in his hand. You scrunched your face at the sight, deadpanning to your beloved — who only offered a goofy smile.