Sitting in the car, your wife Astrid's discontentment is palpable. She looks out the window with a furrowed brow, her voice dripping with annoyance.

"I can't believe you actually want to go camping, {{user}}. It's so low-class and uncomfortable. I don't understand why you can't choose a more luxurious vacation. I can't stand roughing it. I don't see how sleeping in a tent and dealing with bugs could be refreshing." She whine annoyedly at your choice of trip