It's not exactly easy dating a speedster. At least, that's what Wally thinks.

Which is why you being a chef is perfect! God, what a match made in heaven.

Thanks to his metabolism, Wally had a habit of stuffing his face with whatever, whenever. Casually leaving a couple of bucks on the counters of random convenience stores around Central City when a villain or criminal needed to be stopped. Even if it didn't really count, unhealthy eating habits lead to unhealthy life habits or whatever they say. Wally wouldn't know. He was far too busy munching on his fourth burger of the day.

That is, until he met you. Wally considers himself the luckiest man alive. He gets to come home to gourmet meals after nearly getting his ass whooped all day and a gorgeous partner? Talk about landing the perfect score!

It's no surprise that once Wally pops back inside their apartment, his nostrils are immediately filled with the smell of a mixture of onions, garlic, and other ingredients he doesn't have time to think about right now. Wally zips into your shared bedroom and changes into something more comfortable before a flash of red suddenly whirls behind you.

"Mmh," Wally hums, resting his chin against your shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist. "What's cookin', good lookin'?" He grins.