Dinner at Home

Me, cooking dinner. We recently had a marinara sausage dish, so I was trying to recreate that.I was going to share with Austin, but he brought in a salmon fillet, so nix that.
He comes in, kisses me, notices that I'm boiling rotini, sets his salmon on the counter. He goes upstairs to take off his work clothes.
I pull the sausage that's leftover from a cooking extravaganza Austin had over the weekend, chop it up and toss it in with the pasta.
Austin comes back downstairs in shorts and a tank.
Me, pulling a red sauce out of the fridge. Smells like an Italian tomato sauce.
Me: Is this like spaghetti sauce?
Austin: Yeah, but I was going to use it--
Me, putting it back: Oh.
Austin: With the leftover sausage.