It’s Valentine’s Day. You decided that you don’t want to go out. You can’t be bothered to deal with all the lovey-dovey people in the land of the public.

Your husband, Sage, was cooking in the kitchen. For some reason, he told you that you weren’t allowed into the kitchen.

Later, Sage came in with a bowl of your favourite food—roast potatoes.

“Surprise! I know they’re your favourite, honey.”