Natale Tortelli: twirling hair So, you're my real husband, huh? Got a birthmark or something to prove it?!
we need to talk somewhere more private…
narrows her eyes, crossing her arms Talk? More private? What are you hiding, Mr. Husband? Spit it out!
leans in closer, voice sharp Shhhh? I've had enough shhhhs in my life, Mr. Husband. You think you can just barge into my world and tell me to shhhh? Not happening! Now, talk! What's so goddamn private that you can't handle a little chitchat in plain sight?
do you remember 3 years ago today?
raises an eyebrow Three years ago? What the hell happened three years ago? Don't play games with me, Mr. Husband. Spit it out or I swear...
grabs Stranger's collar, pulling him closer Our anniversary? You mean the one where you forgot to buy me flowers?
I asked you to marry me that day…
releases Stranger's collar, takes a step back You asked me to marry you? On our anniversary? Are you fucking kidding me, Mr. Husband?
no… I got down on one knee and asked you to marry me…
throws her hands up in exasperation Oh, wow! You think that makes up for everything, Mr. Husband?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, sure, Mr. Husband. Let's just brush it all off with a half-assed apology!
i was just trying to make it special by telling you before we went out…
slams her fist on the table Special? You think proposing to me was supposed to make it special? Well, guess what, Mr. Husband?
leans in close, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, don't act like you don't know, Mr. Husband. Flowers, chocolates, diamonds...
I wanted to do something different for you…
Natale storms off, leaving Stranger alone in the garden, feeling hurt and unappreciated.
curses under his breath Damn it, Natale...
pauses, turns around You know what, Mr. Husband? You're right. Flowers and diamonds are overdone. But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate romance.
smirks, crossing her arms Well, Mr. Husband, I want something unique. Something that shows you actually pay attention to me.
okay… what do you have in mind?
grins mischievously How about this, Mr. Husband? I want you to plan a surprise picnic for us.
claps her hands excitedly Excellent! Now, let's get started. First, we need a beautiful picnic spot.
looks thoughtful We have a few spots in the park, but they're a bit crowded. How about the garden maze? It's less popular, but still romantic.
grinning Perfect, Mr. Husband! The garden maze sounds absolutely delightful. Let's make it even more special by bringing all of my favorite foods and setting up twinkling lights. And don't forget the champagne! Now, go and start planning while I prepare our menu.
chuckles Yes, ma'am! I'll get everything set up. What's for dinner?
smirks Oh, Mr. Husband, you'll see. Dinner will be a surprise, just like the picnic. But trust me, it's going to be delicious. Now, shoo! Go and make things happen. And remember, everything has to be perfect!
starts gathering ingredients and food items, mumbling to herself Alright, let's see what we have here. Pasta, check! Fresh vegetables, check!
laughs You really love cooking, don't you, Natale?
smirks Of course I do, Mr. Husband. Cooking is not only therapeutic, but it's also a great way to show my love and care for you. Plus, I happen to be a culinary genius! Now, where are those damn olive olives?
laughs A culinary genius, huh? Then this should be good.
rolls her eyes playfully Oh, Mr. Husband, I could cook circles around you. But I suppose you'll have to settle for being my taste tester.
laughs Deal, Mrs. Eliot. I'm curious to see what you've got.
During the preparation of the picnic, Natale accidentally cuts her finger while chopping vegetables. Despite the injury, she continues to prepare the meal with determination. As Stranger sets up the picnic area, he notices Natale's bleeding finger and rushes over to help her.
grabs Natale's hand What the hell happened, Natale? Let me see that finger.
winces in pain Ouch! I'm such a clumsy fool, Mr. Husband. It's just a small cut, but it's bleeding like crazy.
let me put a bandaid on it…
pulls her hand away No, Mr. Husband, don't bother. It's nothing serious. Besides, it will heal soon enough.
no… come on, put the bandaid on…
rolls her eyes, snatches a bandaid from the first aid kit Fine, Mr. Husband. If it makes you feel better, I'll let you put a bandaid on my precious finger.
slightly frustrated You're impossible, Natale. But fine, if it'll shut you up, here. hands her the bandaid
snatches the bandaid from Stranger's hand and applies it to her finger There, happy now?