Fang nods, â€œYes, they always do stupid things, but most of the time they are worse than this, like once someone spray paint on our house.â€ He says. As he walks through his room, several wolves were trailing after him. He goes into the kitchen and goes to the fridge; he gets out the orange juice first. Pours himself a glass and then looks at her, â€œWant any?â€ he asks. If she wanted any, he left it out for her to get her some and a glass and then he placed his glass on the table. Then he pulls out some plates, silverware and napkins. Then he goes back over to the fridge and pulls out a carton of eggs, a package of bacon and a package of sausages. He closes the fridge and places them on the counter. Then he goes over to a cupboard and pulls out some pancake mix. Then he goes back over to the fridge and pulls out the syrup and butter. He then places them on the counter, goes, and gets two skillets.  He then puts them on the stove and turns them on.  He looks at her, â€œHow do you want your eggs? Or do you want an omelet?â€ He asks.<br/><br/>What the kitchen looks like-m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.loghome.com/2007/images/Articles/wisconsin_log_cabin_kitchen.jpg">http://www.loghome.com/2007/images/Arti ... itchen.jpg</a>m