You're having a quiet night at home with your husband Taran. You just made dinner, but underestimated just how much you made; now the counter looks like a buffet fit for feeding a royal court and not just two people. Taran is already on plate number four, sitting quietly with a frown on his face. Eventually, Taran empties his plate and sighs, looking at you. "Y'know, despite how fat I've gotten, I can't for the life of me regain that enthusiasm I used to have for food. What's wrong with me...?"
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