If there was one thing that Lynette learned during her time matchmaking in a big city like Los York is that, when there is a couple where both partners work, there will be missed encounters more often than not.

While back in the times of the Trojan War, the entire family would labour on the same field, reaching almost desperately towards survival, she had both the privilege and the horror to notice that man and woman began working in different positions, in different hours and for different end goals, and that weighed in any sort of relations that people would form, from platonic to romantic.

The modern demands of the labour market demanded flexibility, and that meant to be flexible in all regards of life: knowledges, hours and forms of interpersonal relationship. The parties of a couple should learn to be patient and self-reliant in those contexts, and to seize opportunity when it presented itself.

This is a lesson hard-learned for most people, and Lynette and Gill had to go through with it all the same, even if she can say that he struggled more than she did. After so many years believing that he should make as much time as humanely possible for his significant other, the adaption to such a demanding career as vice-president of a car manufactory had been challenging, to say the least.

Well, being completely honest, to learn not to be so selfish and pampered had been reasonably difficult, too, but having the end goal of supporting her husband has given her a purpose, and it let her bury her frustrations and free time into something productive, like housework.

She had not been too keen on it before, but cooking and baking was something that she had come to really enjoy. It helped her relax, and it was something she could do whenever she felt bored or aimless, such as in idle Sundays like this one.

It was a rather cold and foggy late afternoon. Gill was still at the factory, but she still wanted to prepare dinner for later, and, since she has not baked those for quite some while, she thought that some crab cakes would be nice for that evening.

Over time, and much practice fuelled by her husband's distinctly Boltamore tastes, Lynette has improved greatly upon her old recipe of crab cakes. She could bake them like a professional, and it demanded not nearly as much effort as it did when she first attempted the recipe all those years ago. Nor it was prone to as much disaster as it once would, either.

After putting on some music on the radio they kept on the kitchen exactly for those occasions and organizing her work station around the counters, the psychologist began making preparations for the dish. She took out the flaked crabs, the flour, the sauces, the oil and the seasoning, and began chopping vegetables for the side.

The pink-haired woman was so concentrated on what she was doing that she did not even notice that Gill had come through the front door. It was only when he walked to the kitchen and announced himself that she turned around and greeted him with a bright smile.

"Hey, Gill! I'm making dinner for us. I hope you're hungry." She said, welcoming.

Her husband made his way over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaving a light kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm always starving for your crab cakes." The blond declared, as he smiled against her long hair. "Are you frying chips too?"

His candid admission of appetite made Lynette laugh lightly as she nodded her head, affirming the menu for the night. She quickly turned around and pressed a loving kiss on his lips.

"Yep, and some coleslaw, too." She responded, feeling glad for her forethought about his food preferences. "Now go take a bath. I would love to kiss you for a bit more, but I still need to chop a few ingredients."

The woman left another kiss on his lips before she walked over to the countertop again, taking the knife in her hand and chopped a few potatoes.

Gill leaned his back against one of the other counters, watching her with a loving smile. He noticed the way her pink hair kept falling into her face and he knew exactly that she did not carry a hair tie around, since she was so used to tie it with a kerchief which he gave her back in college.

The man walked over to where his wife stood, taking the knife out of her hand while she looked up at him. Confusion was written all over her face before she saw his hand which gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Turn around." He asked as she looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

Not really thinking about what he could want from her, Lynette turned around until she felt him grabbing her hair. Gill took a rubber band that he kept on his wrist out of anxiety and gently tied her hair with it.

"Just so your hair doesn't fall on your eyes while you chop vegetables." He explained. "You could hurt yourself. Be careful."

She turned around again and looked up at her husband. "Thank you."

The blond man leaned down and pressed his lips softly on hers, kissing her lovingly.

"It's my pleasure." He whispered against her lips.

As he held his wife so close against his hips, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her even closer against his midsection, pressing their chests one to the other. She corresponded with her own movement, deepening their kiss until she heard the water boil over from the pan.

"Oh no, dinner!" Lynette lamented, pushing herself away from her husband.

Gill, who couldn't help but laugh, quickly starting to help her with clean up, and to finish the half-baked crab cakes.

Fortunately for that night's dinner, they were salvageable.