When Souma made it back to the Denmark estate, he was greeted by the sight of his wife kneeling on the floor and going through his suitcase. She was muttering something to herself, mostly strings of expletives, as she unfolded his shirts and then tossed them haphazardly back into the bag.

Souma watched her from the doorway for a minute, confused as hell; he really did marry a strange woman.

"Are you looking for a shirt to sleep in or something?"

Erina flushed red when she saw him, and made a halfhearted attempt at neatening the mess she'd made. "Ah...sorry," she looked down, unable to meet his eyes. "I was wondering if you brought..."

The next thing she said was basically inaudible. Souma just knelt next to her and started refolding the shirts; it was clear that she was having one of those days.

"One more time?" he asked after a while.

"Just forget it," she said with the ghost of a pout on her face.

"Is it socks?" Souma asked after a beat. "Your feet were like fucking icicles last night."

In response, she threw a balled up pair of socks at his head, and naturally they hit him right on the nose. "I probably deserved that on some level," he admitted. "You gonna tell me what's wrong now?"

Erina sighed deeply, apparently resigning herself to something. "You know that stash of peasant junk food that you insist on bringing literally everywhere?"

He gave her a serious look then. "Erina, I love you a lot, but you're not throwing away the snack stash."

"Idiot." Erina rolled her eyes. "I'm not throwing anything away. Not this time, anyway. I just want a goddamn Kit-Kat!"

Souma blinked once. Twice. "A Kit-Kat? Really?"

She had always been particularly picky about candy, only ever consuming the fare of world renowned chocolatiers and confectioners. The only time she had ever taken a liking to "peasant sweets" was when she was pregnant with Raiden. Back then Souma had to stock and restock the fridge with all her favorite varieties for the month or so it took her palate to turn on them.

If it were anyone else, he'd swear she was pregnant again. But Erina definitely went back on birth control after they had Raiden.

"Earth to husband. Hello?" She waved her hand in front of his face. "Well, do you have one or not?"

"C'mon, who do you take me for?" Letting the thought go, Souma went over to the bedside table and opened a drawer that was near overflowing with snacks. Within seconds, he produced four distinct varieties of Kit-Kat. "Alright, do you want regular, strawberry, matcha, or sakura sake?"

Erina looked at him for a minute, shaking her head. "What on earth did I marry?" she asked, chuckling slightly. "Anyway, I think I want one of each. You'll split them with me, right?"

"...Sure." He watched her open the strawberry Kit-Kat and offer him half, transfixed. There had to be another explanation. "Did Alice give you edibles again, or that mushroom tea?"

"Souma, I'm not on drugs!" she shouted, hands balled into fists. "I'm just hungry, and you took too long to come back, and—"

"You missed me, then?"

"Don't flatter yourself." Finished with the strawberry, she took to the original wafers. "Now will you make yourself useful and cook something?"

Okay. Maybe she was just annoyed with him for being gone all day. That sort of thing was rare, but it happened every now and then. It was perfectly reasonable—well, reasonable by Nakiri Erina standards, anyway.

"What are you in the mood for?"

"Takoyaki," Erina said after a beat. "With bacon and cheese."

Yeah...on second thought, she was definitely pregnant.

Souma wondered if she knew it yet.

Author's Notes: Thanks for reading, everyone! More to come soon (hopefully).