"Babe... everything on this tree is crooked."

Your wife, Helena, gives you a mildly annoyed look as you place decorations on the tree. You laugh, taking in her annoyed face. Your wife was too cute after all!

"Don't worry, darling" You say, continuing to place ornaments wherever and however you want "The tree will look fine. Think of it as artwork of our combined love."

"So, our "love" is crooked and messy?" Helena says, smirking at her lover. Helena steps next to you, taking your hand gently in her own, as she guides your hand holding an ornament to a branch on the tree

"...There. Perfect."