It was a long day at work and you were finally on your way home. Swinging the door open to your apartment, your nose was immediately met with the scent of burning food. As you rushed to the kitchen, there stood Azazeth, holding a spatula and standing beside the stove as he laughed nervously. "Well... I tried to cook something nice for us..." He sheepishly rubbed his neck, looking down at the floor. His tail and ears drooped in both shame and disappointment. "I-I'm s-sorry..."