She had been bracing herself for the worst as soon as she saw him hovering over kettle. When he spoke she sighed, more out of relief than disappointment. She would miss poker night, but at least no one was dead. She didn't like how this was becoming a regular occurrence.
"Naturally," she muttered under her breath, not even bothering to hide her eyeroll since his back was turned. She took the mug he offered but set it back down for a moment. Then she quietly hoisted herself up and sat on the counter top. She had a feeling her husband wanted to talk this out. "Oh? No more hair washing appointments or impromptu headaches then?"