Mistletoe (kidnapped sequel.)

Nachos?

"Marco?"
"What?"
"Are you aware you have a tree growing inside your house?"
"It's a Christmas Tree."
"A what?"
"A Christmas tree, you put it up and decorate it, then on Christmas Day you look underneath it and Santa has left presents for everyone."
"Huh. Are you aware it's on fire?"
"What?!" Marco ran into the dining room where Tom was stood. "Tom! What did you do?!"
"I didn't do anything, one of the red and white hook things was on the floor so I put it back on the tree and it just burst into flames."
"You touched it didn't you." Marco muttered using a tablecloth to put out the flames.
"Yes. Why?"
"Everything you touch when you're on earth sets alight."
"Oh. Then you might want to check in your kitchen."
"WHAT?!" Marco scrambled to his feet leaving the Christmas tree still in flames and ran into the kitchen where the grill was also on fire. "Why the heck were you in here anyway?"
"I was cooking."
"You can Cook?!"
"Of course I can cook."
"What were you cooking?"
"Nachos, I used to make them for Star all the time. Until we broke up that is, she really liked them though she says your's are better. I thought you might like to try some."
Marco face palmed.
"Mom!" He called.
"What is it sweetie?" Angie's voice replied from upstairs somewhere.
"I know what I want for Christmas."
"That's great, what do you want?"
"A new grill."
"Wait your parents are here? Right now?"
"Well yeah. There not gonna leave me home alone this close to Christmas."
"Do they know I'm here?"
"Probably not."
"But I just set like three things on fire,"
"I live with star."
"Haha, yeah."
"Why are you here anyway?"
"Star invited me, since you couldn't make it to my Christmas party she thought I could spend the holidays with you, so you wouldn't be lonely."
"Well I lived for 14 years as an only child. But I guess it's nice of her to care. So, do you wanna sleep on the couch then or..."
"I could just sleep in Star's room."
"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. You're not sleeping in Star's room you'll probably turn it upside down and set it on fire within a night. How do you expect me to explain that to Star? Oh Hey Star, welcome back, sorry your bedroom is a pile of ashes and smells like a Fireworks factory. I let your demon Ex-boyfriend who you hate sleep in it and he turned it into a fireplace."