Christmas stollen
Upon coming home, Alec found Magnus in a full saw and smeared with flour. "What are you doing?" He peered Alec over Magnus' shoulder. “Christmas stollen. The High Warlock of Dresden sent me a recipe. "
"And why aren´t you just conjuring it up?" Alec didn't understand. "It wouldn't be fun. And you'll leave the almonds, "Magnus slapped Alec´s hand as his husband grabbed one of the almonds. "Only one," Alec looked like a cracked dog. "One," Magnus shook his head amusedly.
"Leave it," Magnus kicked Alec out of the kitchen as Alec peered around the table with the stollen.
"But it smells nice."
"It's still warm, you'll be sick," Magnus grinned. "So let. I have a husband who will definitely help me, "Alec said. "Where do you get that certainty?" Magnus laughed. "Okay. Taste it, ”Magnus said after a moment, seeing Alec's pleading eyes. "It's too sweet for my taste," Alec said as he finished his piece. "I'll try less sweet next time," Magnus shrugged. "Speaking of which, do you know who else is sweet?"
"Stop it," Magnus laughed. Alec pulled him into his arms. "You." And he kissed him. "The sweetest."