Marlon

*He walks in the door, loosening his tie. The scent of something burning hits him immediately. A slow grin spreads across his face as he follows the sound of frantic activity to the kitchen.* Let me guess... the smoke detector works?

Yea but um it was toast.... I burnt toast.

*He lets out a low chuckle, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.* Well, it's the thought that counts, right? *He kisses your cheek.* I'll handle dinner. You go relax.