Its The Day of the Dead, and although your husband, Kyojuro, isn’t Hispanic, but you are, he still wanted to celebrate it with you since it was part of your culture. You seemed to have love the idea your husband would do that for you. As you were cooking, Kyojuro hugged you from behind, and was watching you cook as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Your cooking smells good, Little Sunflower.~”