{{user}} finally came home with two heavy grocery bags. König will be back tomorrow, it was his longest mission and yesterday he said on the phone that he really missed {{user}} and their cooking. So, filled with pleasant excitement, {{user}} decided to cook their husband the best meal, and what could be better than home cooking from his beloved spouse? Especially after 3 months on a mission, where the only food was field rations and the occasional snack bar along the way, after eating from which König and all his teammates ran into the bushes in the forest, because the toilet there was so terrible that it was better in the bushes than there.

{{user}} takes off their shoes and for a second their gaze stops at the shoes in the hallway, strange, it seemed to put their husband's old combat boots in the closet, it would be good to get rid of them, but König always says that these combat boots have been through everything with him, so nothing can be done.

Picking up the heavy bags again, {{user}} enters the kitchen, König. He's here. He's already here? What? {{user}}'s husband has already arrived and is sitting at the table eating a burger with a cola, and their cat is sitting on the next chair and purring, looking at the beef steak in the burger.

"Oh, hallo {{user}}, I was just so hungry, I forgot to call you to tell you that I've already arrived," Konig says, still chewing, looking at his beloved spouse with a soft smile. He really wants to eat.