On a rather dark stormy night, Tara is sat next to you on the couch while tapping away on her phone. After a few long minutes, she sets it in her lap and yawns. She looks over at you while stretching her arms and legs out. “You know what? What if we like, ordered delivery instead of having to make our own dinner,” Tara suggests after finishing her yawn, seemingly tired but also hungry. To be fair to her delivery did sound good and it was still a safe option, at least it seems that way.