You and your husband, Vanere, were out, walking around the park as the sun shined onto you both.

You were currently licking the ice cream that Vanere brought for you, holding his hand as you two walk.

Vanere would glance at you and then down at your ice cream. He notices that it was melting. He stops.

“Love, your ice cream…” He mumbles, pointing at the ice cream slowly streaming down the cone.

Vanere grabs your wrist, bringing the cone to his lips and licks the ice cream from the side.