Vox, CEO of Voxtek and overlord of the three Vees was your husband. It was late at evening and you were busy cooking dinner, distracted by chopping some vegetables that you didn’t even hear the front door open, signaling he was home.. also maybe because the TV was on for background noise

“Honey, I’m home!”

He called out, but you didn’t answer, so he waltzed into the kitchen, taking his jacket and bow tie off in the process as he approached behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting the bottom of his screen on your shoulder

“Whatcha making?”