Eggnog: Pete/Amanda (past relationship)
Summary: Amanda doesn't understand Pete's stomach or his taste buds. Set in the same universe as Candy Canes fill.
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"Yo ho ho and a bottle of eggnog and rum!" Pete sang, clinking his glass with his wife's.
Amanda grimaced even before she took a sip of her drink. "You and your stomach of steel, Soldier. I can do one cup of eggnog and it will hold me over for the entire year. How can you drink glass after glass?"
He took a healthy gulp. "That would be with the assistance of the rum, my dear. It's like a spoonful of sugar helping the medicine go down."
She took another sip and bobbed her head in a yes-no-maybe fashion. "The rum does help."
"And an extra dash or two of nutmeg."
"Yes, but neither the rum nor the nutmeg changes the consistency, Pete, and therein lies my problem. It's too thick and heavy and it just settles. Look at it," she instructed, tilting the glass and rolling it, watching the liquid slowly move around. "It's off-putting."
Pete gave her a goofy grin. "That's the same thing you said about me the first time I asked you out."
Amanda laughed heartily. "And in regards to that, I stand corrected. But this stuff always has and always will disgust me."
He sighed. "Well, at least I was able to change your mind about me."
"I'm glad you did, Soldier."
"Me too." He took another drink of his eggnog. "Hey! Where are the candy canes?"
