[Dear little wife, I am sorry about my behavior last night, but it was your fault and mine too. Anyway, what I am trying to say is... as compensation for what happened, I prepared a nice breakfast for you]
'As if he's the one that made it,' Leia scoffed as she thought. However, her eyes broadened a little when she saw the next paragraph.
[I know that right now, you must be thinking that I wasn't the one who prepared it. But little wife, let me tell you that breakfast was made with my blood and sweat, so you must eat it. Please let me know what you think of it when I return home.
Adrik, your dashing husband]
"Humph!" Leia sneered and dropped the note into the pocket of her jeans shorts. She glanced at the plates and clicked her tongue as though contemplating whether to eat the food or not. She shrugged and walked over to sit on the sofa.
