In a world of black and white, a dark haired man with a scruffy beard cooks breakfast at the stove. He absent mindedly hums as he prepares pancakes with a side of scrambled eggs and bacon. Then a pair of strong arms wraps around his waist from behind.

"Good morning, Mr. Qrow Branwen-Ebi." the man whispered into his ear.

"Good morning, Mr. Clover Branwen-Ebi." Qrow chuckled.

"Mmmmm, honey, that smells amazing." Clover said with a deep inhale.

"Go get yourself some coffee and sit down, I'm almost done here." Qrow told him with a quick peck on the cheek.

Clover walks to the coffee maker and pours himself and his husband a cup of coffee. He puts a couple sugars in his own and keeps Qrow's black, the way he likes it, then carries them to the table. As he stirs in his sugar, Qrow sets his breakfast in front of him then sits down with his own. 

"Qrow, this breakfast is delicious." Clover said.

"Thanks, babe." Qrow replied.

"Qrow?" Clover asked after swallowing a mouthful of food.

"Hm?" Qrow said taking a sip of his coffee.

"What's that heart on today's date for?" Clover asked him.

Qrow looks over his shoulder at the calendar hanging on the wall to see the aforementioned heart drawn on today's date. 

"Oh, that heart there on the calendar? I...have no idea. Did you do that?" Qrow answered his husband.

"No, I thought you did." Clover replied confused.

"Well, maybe you did but forgot about it." Qrow said carrying his empty plate to the sink.

"Orrrrr, you wrote it down and forgot about it." Clover said placing his plate into the sink.

"Why are you assuming that I'm the one that's forgetful?" Qrow huffed, washing the dishes they had just used.

"Because, dear, I have a better memory than you. My mind's a lot sharper." Clover replied, smiling smugly.

"Oh you have a better memory, huh? Okay, my sharp minded husband, what is special about today?" Qrow asked, leaning against the counter with his arms folded.

Clover opens his mouth to answer, but pauses because he is unable to think of something to say. He bites his bottom lip and furrows his brow in confusion.

"Today is special because....ummmm....because....uhhh...." Clover began, not knowing what to answer.

"Oh! Would you look at the time, I gotta head to work!" he said after taking a glance at his wristwatch.

"Hey! You're changing the subject!" Qrow scolded, pouting and putting his hands on his hips.

Grabbing his shoulders, Clover pulls Qrow into a loving kiss. Then he presses a kiss to his husband's forehead. Qrow couldn't help but smile, he was so in love with the man standing before him. 

"I love you...so much." Qrow sighed blissfully, cupping Clover's face.

"I love you, too, honey." Clover said grabbing hold of Qrow's hands.

He places them to his lips and kisses his knuckles.

"See you after work, my sweet baby bird." Clover said walking over to the door and grabbing his coat and keys.

"Have a nice day, babe." Qrow called out as Clover walked out of the house.

Before leaving Clover blows a kiss to his husband who catches it and places it over his heart. When Clover is gone, Qrow grabs the dirty clothes from the hamper in the bathroom and starts a load of laundry. While folding the laundry, the doorbell is rung, so Qrow gets up from the couch and answers it.

"Howdy do, neighbor!" a bright and chipper woman said.

She lets herself in, carrying a foil wrapped plate.

"The name's Agnes, I'm you neighbor to the right. My right, not yours." Agnes said as Qrow closed the door.

"I'm Qrow." Qrow said shaking her hand.

"Like the bird?" Agnes asked.

"Yep. Except it's spelled with a 'Q'." Qrow answered.

"So, Qrow, what's a ruggedly handsome man like you doing in this big house all by yourself?" Agnes asked him.

"I'm not all by myself, I have a husband." Qrow told her.

"Oh darn, and here I was about to kick my husband, Ralph, to the curb for ya." Agnes sighed.

"Sorry, I'm taken and happily married." Qrow chuckled.

"Well, here I made these as a little 'welcome to the neighborhood' gift. They're peanut butter cookies." Agnes said, handing Qrow the foil covered plate.

"Ohhh man, I can't take these, my husband's allergic to nuts." Qrow said, giving the woman an apologetic look.

"In that case, I'll replace these with some chocolate chip cookies." Agnes replied taking the plate from Qrow.

"Say, what's that pretty necklace you got there?" she asked pointing to Qrow's neck.

The necklace Agnes reaches for has a pendant that resembles a staff or wand of some sort, but before she could touch it, Qrow covers it with his hand.

"This old thing? It's nothing much." Qrow said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Alright then. So, do you and the hubby have any plans tonight? I play a mean game of mahjong." Agnes asked Qrow.

"Actually, yes, Clover and I do have plans for tonight. Tonight we are...celebrating a special occasion." Qrow nodded.

"What's the occasion? Is it a birthday? An Anniversary?" Agnes questioned.

"....a-an anniversary." Qrow nervously answered, though that would explain the heart on the calendar.

"Oooh, how romantic. Well, sweetie, I better get going, but if you need any help preparing for your special day, just give me a holler." Agnes said patting Qrow's shoulder.

After Agnes left, Qrow puts the folded laundry away then thinks about what to do for his and Clover's anniversary dinner. Meanwhile, at work, Clover is talking to his coworker, Norm. He's asking him what they do there at the office, but for some reason, he couldn't get a straight answer from the man.

"So, what's new with you, Clover?" Norm asked.

"Well...something important is supposed to be tonight, but I can't for the life of me remember what it is." Clover replied tapping his chin thought.

"Clover! Hope you're prepared for that dinner interview tonight." Clover's boss, Mr. Hart called out harshly.

"Ohhhh, now I remember. The heart on the calendar meant that Mr. and Mrs. Hart are coming over for dinner tonight." Clover said slapping his forehead gently.

"Yes, sir, my husband, Qrow will make a fine meal for you and your wife." he told his boss.

"Remember, youngster, if tonight goes unwell, you can forget about that promotion. Heck, if the wife and I aren't impressed, I might as well fire you." Mr. Hart said.

"D-don't you worry, sir, everything will be absolutely perfect." Clover chuckled nervously.

When Mr. Hart walks away, Clover quickly calls Qrow.

"Branwen-Ebi residence." Qrow greeted answering the phone.

"Hi, honey, it's me." Clover said.

"Oh, hey, babe. Whatcha calling for?" Qrow replied.

"I'm calling to remind you about tonight..." Clover began.

"Ah, fret not, my dear, I've remembered and I've got it covered." Qrow assured his husband.

"Oh, thank goodness. There's a lot at stake here tonight, if anything goes wrong, it's over."

"Hehe...babe, it's just one dinner, no need to be so dramatic." Qrow said, voice trembling.

"The important thing is to impress the husband." Clover told him.

"That I can do. In fact when I'm done, everyone will be satisfied." Qrow said confidently.

"That's my boy! Love ya!" Clover said, smiling.

"Love ya too." Qrow replied before making a kissy noise into the phone.

The two of them end their phone conversation thinking about two completely different dinners. While Qrow prepares for a romantic anniversary dinner for two, Clover is expecting a fancy dinner for four, in the hopes his boss will be impressed and give him a promotion.