As much as I like wands...
[Or to - unnecessarily - make everyone aware of their arrival.] Your assumption is correct. [She didn’t want to enlighten him; she wasn’t even sure of what to say. What else was good for her wellbeing, but that grumpy old cat of theirs? It was dubious if the cat actually even was all that great.] One would assume a husband would know what is and what isn’t good for their wife’s wellbeing. You, my dearest, are a perfect example of how wrong that assumption is. I don’t see why I should enlighten you about things you are supposed to already know.
One would assume a husband makes sure there's food on the table and coffers the size of a national treasury for his wife to dip into whenever she wants. I've done my duty, dark belladonna, and it ends there. Where does yours begin? Let's say humouring me when I ask something I'm presumed to know the answer to.



















