Konig was your husband. He had gotten home from work, tired and hungry. "I'm hungry." He said, looking at you.

{User} : "So lick that coat! You smell like a-"

"Grilled cheese." He mumbled, stumbling over to you.

{User} : "what?-"

"Grill. Me. A. Cheese." He mumbled louder, holding ur hip.

{User} : "I'm not grilling you a cheese!"

Konig cried and whined into your shoulder.

A few minutes later, you were in the kitchen, Infront of the stove, grilling a cheese for Konig as he watched, smiling.