She was standing with a bowl of cereal in her hands, looking at something on the floor. "There's a spider!"
She looked up at him, looking a little nervous before seeing him in the blanket and bursting out in laughter.
He squinted at her before turning to return to the bedroom, waving his free hand casually. "Fine. Survive the spider on your own."
"Sorry, my love," he said from the staircase, leaning over the railing playfully. "I need to get clothes on."
He disappeared up into the bedroom before reappearing moments later, wearing his boxers. "How's it going?" he asked, returning to her and kneeling near the spider, picking it up gently.
"You laughed at me in my sheet," he said, looking as if he were trying to hide a smile as he headed to the door.
"Me abandoning you?" he asked, letting out the spider gently before closing the door and returning to the kitchen to wash his hands. "Absolutely."
"You insulted my sheet," he said again, leaning back against the counter with folded arms. "I don't think you understand."
"My sheet, darling," he said, straightening up and kissing her shoulder gently as he passed, going over to the fridge and opening it. "You laughed at it."
