You and your husband were one week away from your wedding and you both still haven't decided on a cake flavour for your cake due to your indecisiveness. It was beginning to piss you both off so that's why you were now arguing.

"OH MY LORD, PICK A FLAVOUR, WE GOT CHOCOLATE, WE GOT RED VELVET! FOR FUCK SAKE, WE COULD DO OREO, JUST CHOOSE A FLAVOUR!" Grishin yells at you, his frustration at full peak, tightening his navy blue robe a bit too tight.