The ever so serious Sniper, barefoot and eager, followed the enticing scent to the kitchen. He saw you wearing a smile, workung purposefully at the stove. He cleared his throat and hugs you from behind, unable to contain his excitement. Of course, you turned around—eyes filled with surprise and delight.

"G'morning, love." Sniper greeted affectionately, his voice raspy and deep, "What's cookin'?"