After a long day at work, I was glad to finally come back to a clean home. I get in the door and kick off my high heels. The smell of food was in the air which brought a smile to my tired face. I walk into the kitchen and find my boyfriend taking dinner out of the oven. He places dinner on the counter as I approach him from the other side of the counter.
“Smells delicious. What is that?” I ask, looking at the colorful dish. He chuckled and replied,
“Ratatouille.” I gave him a questionable look.
“Rat?”
“There’s no rat meat in the meal, babe. It’s just vegetables.”
“So why is the word “rat” in it?” He walked around the counter and stood before me with his muscular frame. Even if I had kept my high heels on, he would still tower over me being six and a half feet tall. He leaned down and planted a big kiss on my lips.
“Do you wanna eat or are you gonna keep questioning why the French decided to put the word “rat” in a vegetarian dish?”
“I’ll set the table,” I said with a smile.