Hermitcraft Ships

Snowed In

"Are you sure? It doesn't look that high..."

Beef stepped away from the window with a sigh, the condensation from his breath fading. "Nope, we're snowed in. Sorry Etho." A freak snowstorm had caught the server off guard, and now Beef found himself snowed into the hacienda with Etho. Not that he was complaining though; if he could spend every waking moment with Etho, he would be happy.

"I had so many plans for today," Etho whined, throwing himself onto the couch. "Do you think it'll melt faster since we're in a desert?"

Beef leaned over the back of the couch with a hum. "Maybe. Guess you're stuck with me until then!"

Etho rolled his eyes with a smirk at that comment. "Whatever, you dork."

For a while they just sat around, chatting and biding their time; no matter how much time they spent together, they always had lots to talk about. Despite all that, it didn't take long for Etho to realize it was going to take more than half an hour for the snow to melt, and he quickly grew antsy again. "Wanna watch a movie or something?"

Beef shrugged. "I guess that'll help pass the time." I'm happy as long as I'm with you. "Do you want popcorn?"

"Sounds good to me!" Etho began flipping through the movies as Beef started his search for the popcorn. He really tried to be organized, but sometimes things got away from him; especially something like popcorn that only got used on special occasions.

"How about Forrest Gump?" Etho suggested, waving the case over his head for Beef to see.

"Aww, can't we watch a comedy?"

"Well this one is kinda half comedy, half drama right? I really wanna watch it!"

"It always makes me cry," Beef pouted. "But I guess we can watch it if I get to pick the next one."

"Deal!"

Beef hurried his search as Etho set up the movie, but he was evidently out of luck today. Surely one of these chests would have snacks of some kind, but he kept coming up empty-handed. As his fingers scraped the bottom of the chest he was currently elbow deep in, he caught a glimpse of a small yellow box, and leapt up in joy. It was no popcorn, but it was just as good. "Found some hot chocolate!"

"Where's the remote? I can't find it anywhere?" Etho groaned.

"Hey, I'll find the remote if you'll cook the hot chocolate?" Beef offered, tossing the box to Etho who caught it effortlessly.

"I uh..." Etho didn't move, simply staring at the hexagonal box with confusion written all over his features. Beef couldn't hold back a fond giggle as Etho opened it and inspected the contents warily.

"Have you never had Mexican hot chocolate? Dude, are we even friends anymore? Just read the instructions, it's basically like the regular stuff," Beef assured with a lighthearted laugh, punching his shoulder gently.

Etho didn't laugh though; he pulled his mask up higher, trying to cover the blush spreading across his cheeks. "Inerhh habinn...." he mumbled.

"What? I can't hear you, mumble mask," Beef poked at him teasingly.

"I've never had hot chocolate, okay?" Etho was bright red, only growing more embarrassed when Beef burst out into hearty laughter.

"Wait, for real? How long have we been friends again?" Beef sighed as his giggles trailed off, but managed to pull himself together when he saw the pained expression in Etho's eyes. "Let's make it together, okay? I'm so glad your first hot chocolate gets to be Ibarras! Mexican hot chocolate is way better than the normal stuff, you're gonna love it."