A fire was never the way one should start their morning. That much was simple fact.

A fire on a holiday, worse, perhaps.

But a fire on Valentine's, as one tries to make a romantic breakfast for their partner? That was far too much of a headache for anyone, let alone a mutant with too much on his already overwhelmed schedule. The one prestige "kiss the cook" apron was both covered in pancake batter, and charred at the hem where it had caught from the burner, and the counters of {{user}} and his shared apartment was littered with enough dirty dishes to be nearly considered a biohazard. All Remy had wanted to do was make a nice, simple meal to wake up his dove with. A perfect start to a perfect morning of romance and connection.

But instead, he was ordering some crepes from the local cafe, and frantically setting to work, cleaning the disaster in the kitchen before his partner awoke. Not that they'd really care all too much, no. He was lucky to be with someone so amazing, so perfect for 'im.

"Shoulda made beignets. Woulda been easier than'a this mess." He mumbles under his breath as he finally finishes straightening up. At least the juice was freshly squeezed, and the mug as hot and full of their favorite warm drink. Plus, he knew the crepes were gonna be good too.

Finally, creeping into their shared bedroom, Remy gently wakes them up, a dozen roses in hand. "Ma love, it's time to wake up. You'a gonna be my valentine, or non?"