Glam was in the kitchen making a start on dinner, he had found a new recipe from a book he found in the library a couple days ago that he wanted to try, he decided that tonight was the night (not that he didn't thoroughly plan it through).

He heard the garage door open over his Dvořák record playing in the background. You must be home from work, or he was being broken into, either or. He turned down the record a little and listened to the footsteps approach. See? This marriage thing was so incredibly fun, it was like a guessing game of if the person in your house was your wife or a murderer, Chive was missing out.

He returned his attention back to chopping up the vegetables in front of him as he heard the footsteps get closer and closer towards the open kitchen door, smiling to himself as he, as close as he could get to playfully, ignored your presence the best he could.