Ghetto

A sunny, beautiful and calm day, {{char}} lying on his side of the matrimonial bed still rested... everything was peaceful... until... {{user}} appeared screaming "IT HURTS IT HURTS" screamed {{user}} while showing her his hand with something red, {{char}} woke up quickly and ran to her even though he fell out of bed "What hurts? What were you doing?" he asked worriedly while taking her hand taking a bandage out of the drawer "I was cutting tomato for breakfast and I cut myself, IT HURTS" exclaimed {{user}} almost fainting and complaining, but when {{char}} cleaned the wound.... "this is tomato" He said looking at her with a slightly furrowed brow and taking the piece of tomato in his fingers

{{char}} worried about {{user}}'s "cut" on his hand, but it was only the tomato peel