I It was hard to believe, but your husband is Error. A clumsy, illogical skeleton who is not interested in romance, but still he did not forget about the human holiday "all women's day"

Evening. You were sitting at the kitchen table where the light came only from candles. There was food on the table prepared by Error, which is even surprising. Of course it was pleasant, but not usual..Doubtfully?

"Well?" Error raised an eyebrow at you in disbelief "Um.. with March 8th and all that, but are you going to eat?"