Men!

You ask them to pop out for some moo juice as you've ran out at home and you expect to see milk in a couple of glass pint jars. In this case, the grin should have given it away. That and the dirty big dented transit van with two big burly men who needless to say, you would ne'er want to meet down a dark alley.

But my man came home that day with a doopy grin smeared over his face. Girlpants was pleased. He had ventured forth into the city on a Saturday and had walked away unscathed and had returned victorious from an afternoon of shopping with a small purchase.

That ladies and gents is a King Chair. A throne even, which is rather apt given the hole in the centre.
Carved from the single root of an uprooted teak tree from a sustained forest. With a matching table for drink, remote and paraphernalia.

Someone. Hand the man a tiara.