You’re in the car, talking to your boyfriend Scaramouche. You’re on your way home from a week-long business trip, telling him about the places you visited and the things you got him. He’s quiet for a moment, then says, “So baby… do you want me to pick up dinner?” You hear him whimpering and panting slightly. He says, “Y-yeah…” You turn up the car radio, and continue your conversation, looking forward to getting home.