Page 12 of A Beginner's Guide to Christmas Miracles
“Santa, play happy music,” Nach said. The electronic device actually replied to him, but he didn’t think he would like the playlist it suggested.
“Santa, play holiday music,” he tried again, and this time he was met with success. Perfect.
Now for breakfast. He opened the fridge. There appeared to be eggs, cheese, bread, bacon, juice, and milk. There was a coffee maker on the counter as well. Lovely.
Now if only he knew how to cook.
“Santa, how do I make breakfast?” he asked, wondering if the electronic device could be helpful.
It suggested steak and eggs, only there was no steak, which Nachtriedto tell the electronic device, only it kept on talking over him no matter what he said. How rude.
Finally he realized he needed to say the device’s name.
“Santa, I don’t have steak,” he said.
“Sorry, I don’t know that one,” the device replied.
Well, that clearly wasn’t going to be any help at all.
He pulled out the various ingredients. His beautiful elf needed to eat. He was going to do something nice. Surely something so mundane as cooking didn’t count as a miracle.
He wrinkled his nose, and bacon was in the oven, eggs were on the stove with ingredients sliced and chopped to make omelettes, bread was being fried with a sugary cinnamon smell wafting from it, juice was in glasses, and coffee was brewing.
Lovely.
Nach was just plating the food (he had managed to find the plates on his own, and he couldn’t resist using the ones with snowflakes on them) when Beck bounded into the room. Nach got a little thrill seeing that Beck had worn the pajamas that matched the ones he had on.
“Oh my god! It smells absolutely amazing out here! Nach, you didn’t have to cook for us!” Beck cried. He skipped over, grabbed Nach’s face in his hands, pulled him down, and gave him a big smooch on the lips. Nach could only blush. His elf was so full of joy, and Nach knew not all mortals were like that, especially first thing in the morning.
As if to prove his point, Alan stumbled into the room, half awake and rather grumpy. “Oh my god, not you too with the Christmas music,” he mumbled. He shuffled his way over to the coffee maker, grabbing one of the cups and breathing in deeply.
“French toast! And omelettes! Let’s eat at the table!” Beck cheerfully pronounced, already bringing plates and cups over to the kitchen table and setting them down. Nach helped, and Alan grumpily watched them both.
When everything was set on the table, Nach and Beck sat down, and Alan slinked over with his coffee to join them.
Nach watched nervously as they both took their first bites.
“Nach, oh my god!” Beck groaned out. Alan grunted in what appeared to be agreement.
Nach blushed, then took his own forkful.
Oh. Yes, this was lovely.
They all ate in silence for a bit, aside from the occasional moan of joy at the taste. The fried bread was certainly Nach’s favorite—who knew breakfast could be so sweet? He had vastly underestimated the meal.
Finally, Beck broke the silence. “So, I, ah, took the liberty of throwing your clothes in the wash—I hope you don't mind. And we can pick you up some more stuff today. I have some errands to run anyway. We’ll stop by the police station and file a report for your missing luggage too. As long as you don’t mind tagging along with me,” Beck finished.
Alan groaned. “Don’t do it! He’s going to be Christmas shopping. He’ll make you go in every store and look at every decoration and he’ll buy way more than he needs to.”
Beck playfully threw a napkin at his roommate. “Hey. Don’t complain, or there will be no presents for you,” Beck teased.
“At least I should be thankful you aren’t dragging me.” Alan looked at Nach then. “He hates shopping alone, although I can’t imagine why. So much easier to get in and out that way.”
“I don’t mind at all,” Nach assured them both. “I love looking in all the stores,” he added, taking a sip of juice.
“You two really are a match made in heaven,” Alan mumbled, and Nach choked a bit at that. If he only knew.
Alan came over to smack him on the back. “Hey, no dying on us, Santa. There would be so many disappointed kids,” he joked.
