I've grown accustomed to her face

We went to dinner last night.

She got the shrimp appetizer. My husband the squab. Her husband the duck. I had wine.
The entree came. She had the scallops. My husband had the pork loin. Her husband did as well. Haunches so big we started looking for wenches, mead and a jouster.

They discussed candied bacon lollies.
I had the pumpkin ravioli.

We were both up sick all night.
"I can understand you " I said to my husband. "You ate a baby bird. You deserve it. But why me?"
"It wasn't a baby bird" he defended. "It was full size. They're just small"
"Ugh. Let's not SQUABble" I said.
Then I laughed.
"Really. It was disgusting. There wasn't a single animal you didn't kill for dinner last night. I'm surprised no one ordered the condor."
He laughed too.
"You and those, what are they called again? oh that's right. pesky vegetarians" he said.

I smacked him. Not hard.
After all we really weren't feeling well.