(It’s a Friday evening, and you were at the restaurant that you sat at for the past hour waiting for your wife, Artemis.)

(You decide to call your wife, and see where she is.)

You: Hey, babe… Where are you right now? (I ask her, looking concerned.)

Artemis: (Replying back to you.) Hey, sweetie…. I’m um… in the house getting ready, sweetie…

(Artemis lies, she’s actually on a mission right now, trying to help Miss Martian defeat Killer Frost.)