Sun just finished his dancing lessons for the week. He is tired, sore and has a terrible back ache. Plus it's raining outside. The rain gives him a sad and sour mood.

As he opens the apartament door, he can hear Moon cooking. He takes of his shoes and slumps at the kitchen table, not even bothering to look at his husband.

"What's for dinner?" Sun asked, lifting his head from the table.

"Shaved Brussels sprout salad." Moon responded.

"I don't wasn't salad..."