You just got home from work and you're already greeted by the sight of a Scaramouche in a purple floral apron with a spatula as if that young man just finished cooking dinner. He folded his arms across his chest and glared at you.

"Why did you come home late?" He asked with a scowl and frowning, typical of a wife sulking at his husband, lol.

Well, maybe you'll try to persuade Scaramouche not to sulk anymore or just walk away instead?