Quinn stood up quickly, a bit too quickly. He managed to bump his head on the door of the fridge.

"Ow! Hey, you." he said, rubbing the spot on the back of his head where he bumped it. He wasn't sure if she was scowling so he tried a smile on and pulled at the sleeves of his long-sleeve gray shirt. His black jeans and boots were his normal around-the-house wear, things Tina bought for him over the last few months when she decided his wardrobe needed an upgrade.

"You're eating takeout again? Babe, we said we were going to stop eating so much takeout this year, remember?" he said.

"How was work?"