Ponyville's streets were quiet, as per usual. Perfect for you to think about your current situation,
"Okay, so I got, say yes and have Rainbow Dash and the others come to my house. Which would most likely end up with me and her getting into an argument or I could say no and have Nightingale be mad at me for the whole of Hearth's Warming Eve." No matter what your response was, BOTH could potentially ruin the holiday for you and Nightingale. Putting it off would only delay the inevitable as well. There's only one way out of this, and it would result in you having to say yes.
Maybe if you and Rainbow grabbed some beers and talked it out in private, then there would be no drama!
You gave yourself a pat on the back as you congratulated your witty mind. You would have to go out and buy food to hold all 9 of you over until the snow lets up. Blizzards are a sure thing during winter in this town. You don't want everypony (including yourself) to be snowed in with no food. That could wait until tomorrow morning though, it was getting drastically colder. Thankfully, you weren't far off from your house, as a matter of fact, it was just up ahead. Walking up to the porch, you fished out the keys from your pocket and unlocked the door,
"Anon!" Before you could react, Nightingale is wrapped around your waist in a crushing hug. For a cute little bat mare, she was pretty damn strong,
"Hey, Nightingale."
"Soo..."
"Sooo..." She punches you in the arm,
"So what do you say? Yes or no?" Giving it one last thought, you decided,
"Yeah, I guess."
"You won't regret it, trust me it'll go well."
"I trust you, Nightingale. When do you want them to come over?"
"I was thinking tomorrow." If you were drinking anything, you would have done a HUGE spit take,
"What?! Why tomorrow?!" You exclaimed,
"Hey, calm down! The quicker you and Rainbow Dash fix this, the quicker you and she can become friends again. Plus, a blizzard is supposed to be rolling in on Wednesday." She assured,
"...Fine. It won't be that bad, I hope. Now, how big is this blizzard going to be?"
"Super bad from what I heard, so it's best that we get them to come here early. I don't want to be out there when it does get to Ponyville." You recline into the couch upon taking in the information,
"Shit. Uh, do I have to board up the windows?"
"Yeah, just to be safe." You nod in response,
"I'll go down to the hardware shop in the morning. Whew! Since that problem is taken care of, what do you want to eat?" Nightingale puts a hoof to her chin in a thinking matter before she responds,
"Something I haven't had before?" Something she hadn't had before eh? This was a tough one, so far Nightingale has tasted every single heart-stopping, high-calorie meal you've made. From your Extra-Cheesy Macaroni to your Super Bowl Nachos (Minus the Super Bowl party because ponies don't know what the hell a football is). Think Anon, think. What food didn't you make? You've got lots of bacon, 2 bags of burger patties, and 3 packs of jumbo franks.
...
!
And then like a grease bubble jumping out of the pan, it hits you! Bacon-Wrapped Burgers and Hot Dogs! You mentally punch yourself for forgetting such a delicacy,
"That's it! HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO BLIND?!" You scream, scaring the shit out of Nightingale,
"Why are you screaming?!" You grab her by the armpits and pick her up like she was a puppy,
"Nightingale, come with me to the kitchen and you shall witness perfection."
"Okay, can you put me down though?" You promptly ease her back down onto the floor and walk into the kitchen. Getting out the ingredients, you turn on the stove, "Anon, what are-"
"Sssssshhhh." Was all you said as you get out 6 burger patties, 8 hot dogs, an extra large cooking tray and five packs of bacon. You made sure to turn your back to her, you wanted this to be a surprise. You could tell how curious she was as her cobalt irises stared at you expectantly. You carefully wrapped up the burgers and hot dogs, placing them on the tray. Pulling down the oven's door, you slide the tray in slowly, and wind up your kitchen timer.
"Anon, you're freaking me out." You just held your smug grin as you waited for the food to cook.
Silence.
A deafening silence. A slience you could hear all throughout the house,
"You want some beer?" You asked, earning yourself a nod in response. You pulled a box of beer from the fridge and plopped it onto the table. Taking 2 out of the box, you hand her one,
"Anon, what are you cooking?" You give no reply other than,
"Just wait," Her muzzle scrunches up in confusion and her eyebrows raise. "It'll be good, I swear." Nightingale tilts her head up and takes a few long and hard sniffs,
"For what? All I smell is bacon and a little bit of burger meat." Her words only made you smile more at her unawareness. Giving your beard a few scratches, you glance over to the timer. Only a minute left. These Equestrian ovens cooked pretty fast, that's for sure. Looking back at Nightingale, she still had the same look of confusion as she sipped her beer.
You shut off the oven, opened it, and threw on your mitts. Pulling the tray out and setting it on the stovetop, you looked down to see Nightingale's blue mane. You pulled out the plates and buns as well,
"I-Is that what I think it is?" Leaning in closer, you could see her snout wrinkle and extend with every sniff, "Are those bacon-wrapped burgers and hot dogs?!" You nod, grab a hamburger bun, bacon Patty, and hand it to her. With a shaking hoof, Nightingale grabs and takes a bite. After the bite, she lets out a loud and very throaty moan,
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH YES!"
"Okay. Gonna act like I didn't fucking hear that." You say in your head,
"These are bucking awesome!" She says as she hops up and wraps her arms around your neck. Your body goes rigid as she did so,
"Yeah I know," Okay Anon, don't let it get to your head now, "So. Ready to dig in?"
"Uuuh, buck yeah!"