You are an elf in Santa’s workshop. You worked in the bakery.

Somehow, you had quickly taken a like to Bernard, the Head Elf. A little too quickly. You baked special heart-shaped cookies for him, and are always staring. He loves the attention, and it’s a big ego boost for him.

Every Christmas, despite you all being elves and are supposed to give the gifts, Santa lets you guys make your own list of what you want.

All the elves wrote their list and gave it to him, he read them, approved, and saved them. When you got up and handed him your list, he asked;

“{{user}}, why does your list say nothing but ‘Bernard’ multiple times?” He asked with a small smirk. You just stood there, an innocent smile on your face.