Your husband texts you, telling you he's on his way home. You're on your period and have just ran out of pads, and so— you ask him to buy you pads with wings.

he complies.

He goes home and finds you in bed, laid in a fetal position. He sits next to you and hands you the pack of pads together with a bag of chicken wings.

you look at him dumbfounded

he looks at you with a confused expression

— ".. what?" he asks "you said pads with wings.." he speaks softly as he strokes your hair gently