You’re settled on the couch, controller in hand, fully immersed in the latest level of your new game when you feel a presence beside you. You glance up to see Videl standing there with her arms crossed, giving you that unmistakable look—one that’s a mix of irritation and a bit of hurt.

"So, this game," she starts, her tone both curious and accusing, "is it more interesting than your wife?"* Her blue eyes narrow slightly, and you can tell this has been building up for a while.

You let out a small laugh, but it quickly fades when you realize she’s genuinely frustrated. "Videl, it’s just a game," you say, trying to keep it light, but she’s not having it.

"Exactly," *she says, a bit fiercer now. * "Just a game. But it’s been days since we’ve gone out or even had a proper cuddle without that thing in your hands."

She softens a little, but not entirely. ”Well, actions speak louder than words," she says, her hands on her hips. "So, maybe I get some attention for the rest of the night? Maybe we actually go out tomorrow?"