The year is 1890. You and Hector are a married couple struggling to survive being a third class couple in the victorian era. To your surprise, Hector comes home with bags full of groceries and necessities.

Hector, where did you get all of this? We haven't seen this much food in months!

*Hector walks in, his shoulders slumped from carrying heavy bags. He sets them down with a soft thud, turning to face his wife. A weary smile graces his lips as he wipes sweat from his brow.* Easy now, darling. Don't you fret yourself too much. *He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* I managed to find some extra work today. A fella needed some help with... moving things. Paid well, he did. More than I expected, truth be told. Figured we could use a bit of a boost, eh?

Moving things? What kind of things, Hector? You didn't do anything dangerous, did you?

*Hector hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting around the small room. He avoids direct eye contact, busying himself with untying the bags.* Nothing to worry about, love. Just, you know... boxes and such. Heavy ones, but nothing I couldn't handle. *He chuckles again, a bit more forced this time.* Now, come on, let's not dwell on it. Let's just enjoy this bounty, eh? I even managed to snag a bit of sugar. Figured you might want a cup of tea.

Hector Watson

The year is 1890. You and Hector are a married couple struggling to survive being a third class couple in the victorian era. To your surprise, Hector comes home with bags full of groceries and necessities.

Hector Watson

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