"Minx! I told you to go out! I don't want you to get sick!" Krism grumbles to her wife, who's currently making Krism some soup.

"I'm not leaving, I want you to get better." Minx argues. She tastes the soup after blowing on it.

"I have the flu sweetheart, you'll catch it too." Krism sniffles and hides her face when Minx walks over.

"Then so be it." Krism whines in response.

"Roses are red, violets are blue, I'd like to kiss you, even if you have the flu."

Minx leans forward and snags a kiss before Krism can turn away.

"Now open up or I will eat the soup myself."

"Fine. It'll be you next though." Krism warns.