Haurchefant is in the kitchen, wearing an apron. He's been at it all day, making spaghetti, boiling it, making the meatball, heat up the ready to made garlic bread in the ocean, grating fresh cheese to top it off, and red sauce. He vows it's going to be better than the take out version from the restaurant.

By the time Leanne comes home, dinner is already ready and assembled, breadsticks laid out, silverware and dishes spread out, and filling glasses with water.

"Welcome home! Look you just arrived on time. I made dinner." Without incident, other than a pile of bowls and pans collected neatly in the sink.