“Faaah… I had a dream where Aurora was happily sucking on a wasabi tube…”
7:00 AM, and my day begins with the alarm sound from my smartphone. I tend to dream, but I usually don’t remember the details. However, today’s dream was so impactful. It seemed almost like something that could happen. I’ll have to be cautious the next time Aurora uses wasabi.
“—. —.”
As for Aurora, she’s still in dreamland. Since there’s drool dripping from her mouth, it seems like she’s dreaming of eating something delicious. I sincerely hope that what she’s eating isn’t wasabi.
Aurora’s bedding is a bit unconventional: the futon is a thick handkerchief, and the blanket is a thin handkerchief. She likes a firm pillow, so she’s using packing material from a cardboard box. I guess if she’s happy with it, that’s fine… but I really need to buy her proper bedding.
Well, there’s still some time before Aurora wakes up, so I might as well do my daily workout.
“98, 99, 100.”
I’ve been doing this workout since I was a guy. I just finished some sit-ups, and my speed has clearly increased. Maybe I should do more reps next time. Next up is the plank. I wonder if I’ve made this easier for myself too…
“Ah, this is still tough!”
The plank is still hard! But, hey, it’s good for me to struggle a bit since I’m working out. Ugh, I can’t help but make weird groans!
“—?”
Oh, Aurora must be waking up. Since I’m in the middle of the plank, I can’t turn my head, but I can probably hear her asking, “What are you doing?” And what does she do? Of course, she decides to climb on my back while I’m doing the plank!
“—!”
I hear her cheerful voice, but she’s doing something pretty rough, you know? Well, she’s light, so it’s not a big deal for me. Okay, almost done, then we can have breakfast.
Breakfast today is toast and a fried egg. Since Aurora has the same appetite as a human, she’s having the same as me—one whole slice, not a half. She’s happily spreading strawberry jam on her toast. Aurora, just a reminder, jam is a limited resource, you know?
By the way, about the fried egg, both Aurora and I prefer it runny, and when the main dish is toast, we like it with salt and pepper. When it’s rice, though, we put soy sauce on the egg.
“Aurora, is it tasty?”
“—!”
Looks like she liked it. But you know, the other day, I casually looked up information about fairies. There are actually a fair number of people living with fairies. I’ve seen some images and videos online—on Twitter and Instagram—but all the fairies seem to only drink water. Some wealthy people even give their fairies special water, like a bottle of mineral water costing ¥5000 a day.
Comparing those fairies to Aurora… well, it’s pretty clear she’s different. She’s already biting into the bacon under her fried egg. Isn’t that a little wild? Well, she’s my important little one, so it’s fine.
“Aurora, you’ve got egg yolk on your mouth.”
“—?”
After breakfast, Aurora and I do some cleaning. I give her a mop and let her clean the gaps while she happily hums. Brownies and silkies are the fairies known for cleaning houses, right? I wonder if Aurora will end up like that one day.
“—♪”
I wipe the floor with a floor mop, and then it’s time for the vacuum. Aurora, as expected, climbs onto the vacuum like she’s ready for a ride, enjoying it like a fun drive. Despite the loud noise, she seems unbothered. I just have to make sure she doesn’t fall off!
Normally, at this time, I’d be heading to a dungeon, but with all the recent attention, I’ve been advised not to go out. Apparently, some people have been asking if there are any elves at my usual dungeon. Yikes.
So now, I’m surfing the web. I’m browsing Amazon, looking for furniture for Aurora.
“—!”
“That looks tasty, but right now, I’m looking for furniture for you.”
“—!”
“Wait, you want a bath? Fine, but let’s look at furniture first.”
“—!!”
“Ah, a cup for fairies? You want a drinking glass, not a mug? Yeah, I get it, glasses are important. Which one do you like?”
“—!”
After looking at the options, Aurora eagerly points to various types of glasses. Huh? A beer glass? A wine glass? You’re planning to switch glasses depending on the drink? I do that, but are you really there yet, Aurora?
Unfortunately, there were no fairy-sized glasses available, but a small sake cup seemed to fit. Though a bit disappointed, when that cup went into the cart, Aurora’s face lit up. After picking out furniture and clothes, we were good to go… though they were pretty expensive.
“Wait, this curry’s really spicy. Are you sure you want it?”
“—!”
For lunch, we’re having ready-made curry. Since this one is quite strong, I cut a paper spoon in half and gave it to Aurora. She can handle wasabi, but curry is a different kind of spice.
I had a feeling this would happen. She showed interest in my super-spicy curry. I offered her a spoonful, and, despite sweating, she asked for more. But I told her, “No, you’re having the mild one today.” She complied and happily ate it.
Later, I’m checking the question box for tonight’s stream. Even though half a day has passed since yesterday’s stream, there are already a lot of questions. As expected, there are some inappropriate ones, like asking about my address or measurements. But there are some nice questions too, so I’ll pick those out.
Aurora, meanwhile, is eating some crushed potato chips and watching YouTube. I tell her to stop watching those cooking videos—it’s making me want a hot sandwich now! You’ll get one soon, I promise!
Before I know it, the day’s starting to end. Time to begin preparing the meal for tonight’s stream. Yesterday we had sashimi, so today it’ll be meat. I’m going to make wild venison spare ribs!
The smell must have reached Aurora because she came running over. No, no, you can’t nibble on the food—I made it, so it’s my privilege to eat first!
I set up the food on the table, get the computer ready, the camera set, the drinks in place, and Aurora, ready for the stream.
“—!”
“That pose doesn’t really match your outfit, so please stop. Anyway, welcome to George’s drinking stream!”
‘Aurora, striking a “scene cat” pose at the start of the stream.’
‘Why does she look so smug? lol’
