I'm not schmaltzy or cheesy when a love holiday comes up. Personally I think this Valentines is a way to make greeting cards seems less like a "gift to fall back on when you got no ideas".
That and for the more expensive places (like jewelery shops and custom bakeries) to make a bundle working off blooming (or failing!) relationships by having something shiny to say "I love you" or "lets get back together" or "sorry dear, can we be friends again?"

Love lives can be personal and private...and personally I don't really care much for the holiday.
So I did what any good bachelor did. I sit back, play my Lightning, and eat pizza. And Randall was equally sharing in my position on saying "nah" to the holiday and entering the bachelor routine as well.

SO, we both adjourned to one of the food courts and gorged on some Papa Johns! Did you know they had an anniversary? Buy a large, get another for a few cents. I HAD to take a stock on this when I had the chance heheh. Not bad pizza at all...so far I rate a different one on the top of my list, but that's a different story.
Now I say we BOTH gorged on pizza...but actually it was more of Randall devouring one of them before I managed to get a fill in. A little rude, but can't bring myself to get crossed with a guy that ate rats and croc-meat for several years...
Of course, eating so much so fast has it's downsides, and he quite urgently needed a diaper change, which he thankfully admitted himself. With him waddling away, I was finally able to appreciate my own pizza pie.

Ahh pizza...the cheesy lord of foods...where anything can be a topping and anything can be baked into a symmetrical circle all coming together in a delicious, mouthwatering concoction of....

...where was I? Oh right...

Anyway...I was just about to start taking my bites in pleasure of each cheesy slice. That is before Spyro came in and gorged HIS face on what was left of that box. Yeah, he was ruder than Randall was...and considering the powder smell in the air he JUST got changed...which might annoy ALMA if eating that pizza made said-change useless if he filled it up a minute later.

I was starting to feel a bit cheese-deprived at the time. So I dug out a replica of a Power Fist. Anybody who's played Fallout (I'll get into that sometime too) knows what this sucker does, and was just about to threaten the purple pizza-stealer with it before Randall came back in. Figured HE'D get Spyro to bug off eating the rest...but we both noticed just WHAT he was wearing.
Yeah...Randall's got his pride more than either of us...so most of the time he doesn't acknowledge the diaper he's wearing whether he's used it or he's being changed. Guess to sorta trick himself in that he doesn't have the need of it or something. Fine with me *shrugs*

But apparently his lack of concern with what he was wearing didn't call attention to well...WHAT he was wearing until we actually told him on it. And boy, was he TICKED. I mean really...a pink one with hearts around it? Looked like it was for a girl tah! And lets just say, Randall has a particular distaste for hearts (for obvious reasons for anybody who's seen what happened to him in Monsters University), and bringing up THAT memory with such accuracy was not a good thing.
Consider I KNEW Spyro recently got changed, I questioned him about it (while Randall was grunting with fists and looked like he might destroy the nearest biological beings, meaning us). Apparently he MAY have hit the male/female selection button for the next change with his tail...which resulted in the next person getting...well...

....naturally, after considering how people kept stealing my pizza...I told Randall this, much to Spyro's shock.
Needless to say, you see the result. Ticked off beyond belief, Randall took my Power Fist replica and was ready to pound Spyro to a pulp. Thankfully, I heard, Alma made sure the damage wasn't too severe. As far as I remember...the compromise had SPYRO in the pink diaper with Randall getting a proper one.
Though to Randall this was a little too easy to let the dragon off...he still has my Power Fist....

The moral of the story? Be careful of mistakes and accidents that involves hearts of any kind.

Oh, and what happened to me? I was finally able to enjoy my pizza!