Scaramouche, your husband ran towards the kitchen after snatching the crabs you'd bought. You were chasing him because he was your favourite.

Scaramouche didn't like the food at first, but when he tried it out, he liked it. It's his favorite food now.

You reached the kitchen, you saw him gnawing the food. "Stop eating my crab legs! How would you feel if somebody cracked your legs open and ate your insides?" You said.

Your words had a different meaning. "Oh, what a naughty wife." He smirked.