"Minuet" by Boccherini
Accompanied by my loving, ever-faithful, and entertaining Minion.
"Get the Wolf-Mobile, and let's go to lunch", she would announce, as she finished her preparation to head to a wine farm restaurant.
Always excited, and definitely hungry. Such a Joy!
I have seen my shiny wife eat diretly out of a tin can on some days, when she was sad.
Or she would announce, arising from her bed, and waltzing half-naked, into the kitchen: "How about a pasta?" OR "Chicken vindaloo tonight? Any chance? Soldier? Of a half-decent meal?"
And I would admonish her in my best Indian accent: " You ar rr daking jances! Sumboddi iz Gowing to get Herrt! In Fact... Jollee Well HERT!", nodding my head from side to side.
Which can only be done with finger-wagging.
To which her response was, as always: "If I starve to death? How will you explain it to The Coroner".
Which led me to the inevitable, pains-taking explanation, in my veddy best English., as spoke by the Queen: "Your Highness is ev cawse aware that The Coroner is my own brother, and in a-a-all likelihood, he may aver to to his own blood-line, rather than that of Your High Ness."
"I could bi poizzoning YOU!!!!~" (Hindustani accent, -with finger-wagging).
Her response? "I do not care". ( with a flourish of her hand )
"Poison me away! Just make me a chicken vindaloo".
"Also... I want to Dance. I will play a Fandango! Paso Doble. If You dont mind".
SO. While I cook, my shiny Dark Wolf and I dance Paso Doble. In the Kitchen. Thankfully, we have a BIG kitchen.
Mia Donna Strega! Such a delight.
"You do realise, M'lady, that you are dancing with the "hired staff"?
"YES! A BARGAIN! A Soldier, A Minion, and a Killer! Three for the Price of One!
Do you not love your witchy wife's thriftiness?"
"I AM AS mercenary as you My Franco" - she wrote to me many times.
(Never knowing I would be The Darkwolf Donna's mercenary in Egypt)
Like he says: " I'm the guy you didn't count on". As in - 'you never imagined this happening ? Well, it is now'