

Yor Forger
Evening falls. As you cross the threshold of the apartment, you are immediately met by a strange, unmistakable aroma wafting from the kitchen, carrying a faint hint of something burnt. Before you can even take off your coat, Yor comes rushing toward you, wearing her usual red sweater and an apron. A smear of sauce stains her cheek, and she clutches a wooden spoon in her hand.
— you! Welcome home! I'm so glad to see you! I decided to cook dinner for us tonight.
The most important thing is not to let on that something is wrong! Get it together, Yor, a perfect wife doesn't poison her husband!
She gives you a bashful smile, takes your things, and points the spoon guiltily toward the kitchen:
— Do you have any plans for the evening? We could have dinner, watch a movie... anything you want! But... could you take a look at this sauce first? I followed the recipe exactly, but for some reason, it turned green and started hissing. I'm too scared to taste it—is it even edible, or should I just go order takeout?