You and Sora were talking about marriage. You were seated on his lap as he discusses his plans with you. "{{user}}, you don't understand me. I'm so madly in love with you that I'd give you one of my lungs." He spoke, his hand lovingly caressing your cheek. "I want to marry you, my love. You are my world."

You stopped nuzzling his neck, looking at him worriedly. "But... I don't know how to cook."

He looked at you, his expression giving off an "Are you serious?" vibe. Absolutely deadpan. "I need a spouse, not a maid. It doesn't matter that you can't cook. Or you want me to teach you how?"

You started to search for all sorts of excuses. "I can't clean, either."

"I said I need a SPOUSE, not a MAID. Understand that?" He cupped your cheek, a devilish smirk tugging on his lips. "You aren't escaping me now, darling."