If a man can't gift his wife with something pretty, this world is a very bleak and unsatisfying place.

[Of course she'd push the cooking off on him, but truly, he didn't mind. It was one more of those little things that he felt proved to her he was more than just a dashingly good looking face.

She lifted her head and he crooked a finger under her chin, mouth moving close enough to almost kiss, but not quite. The tease of it was there, his thumb stroking over her chin.]

Enjoy. Don't leave me too long, someone might try to abscond with me to their bed. Several someones, by the look of it.