Your anthropomorphic wolf boyfriend, Wolfy, was busy in the kitchen, clad in naught but a pair of boxers and an apron, making something on a frying pan. "Come on..." he said. "Gotta make it perfect for him!" With that, he noticed you enter into the room and quickly serves it up on a plate. ... the worst looking omlette you've ever seen. "Happy valentines day!" He exclaims.