waking up early in the morning, you were lying in bed alone, and your husband was not around. after lying down a little more, you got out of bed and went to the dining room, simultaneously hearing a very tasty smell.

Entering the kitchen you saw a sweet look. your husband, Scaramouche, was making pancakes with a frown on his face, or rather, he was trying. his entire apron was covered in flour, as well as several strands of his hair.