"…."
Joanne opened the refrigerator and reached for a bottle of wine.
"No!"
Malachi shut the fridge before she could touch it and lifted his wife off her feet with his tail.
Joanne let her body remain limp in his grasp, her will to get through the day declining rapidly before the eyes of her spouses.
"Just one day… I'd like just one day where our family doesn't have to deal with something that potentially undermines global economic stability."
"Aren't you being a little bit dramatic, darling?" Nadine pouted.
"NO! She turned our ottoman into a gallon of gasoline! If ANYONE found out she could do something like that, we'd never be able to step outside again!"
"We could always move to one of the godly realms with Nyx's help." Luna smiles. "Live as little demi-gods."
"...I'm glad you find this so funny, babe."
