Ranma looked down at the scorched remains of the meal, smoke still rising
from it being borne towards the window.
     "Akane, I thought we agreed when we got married that you wouldn't try any
new recipies unless I could practice them with you first?"  He looked over his
shoulder at Akane as she stood against the door frame, her hair moving
slightly in the clearing breeze.
     "I'm sorry.  I wanted to suprise you for your birthday, and I thought it
was simple enough..."  She trailed off, not wanting to finish.
     "Well, this soup is ruined."  Ranma sighed and moved the pot to the sink,
hearing Akane walk up behind him as he did.
     "I can't do any of the things a wife should do.  Why did you ever marry
me?"  An old arguement of their's, but he didn't feel like following the usual
path.
     "Just stupid I guess," he answered instead.
     "That's good to hear," she replied back as she wrapped her arms around
him.  He looked quizzicly over his shoulder at her so she continued.  "I've
heard of people falling out of love, but I've never heard of anyone falling
out of stupid.

OK Tybalt, you may ban this thread now.  <wink/grin>

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