It's a quiet day, and we make it together.

I've just placed the last row of seeds, and move on to place the next row, inspecting my work as I go. I check the water in the centre of the farm, and count four metres outwards… it's all hydrated!

"Just one bucket can go so far." I smile, and bend down to plant the rest of the seeds. I hear the call from Adam below, muffled. "Say something?" "Farming!" I call back. "Hold on!"

We have our strengths and weaknesses, it seems. I'm more of a farmer, a resource-gatherer-type. There's some real pleasure I get just from starting from nearly nothing, and building up a large collection of everything you need. Adam doesn't get it, especially the mining part. When I go down to caves, every vein of ore I find is a little tiny bit of happiness, even coal. If Adam has to go mining, he digs as far down as he can, pans for gold, diamonds, and the iron that he needs, and gets going. Whereas I could spend hours just down in those mines, dodging monsters and collecting resources. But today, it's a beautiful day out, so I decide it's a farming day. The orchard is cut down and replanted, ready to gather more wood, and now I'm sowing the farms, ready for more food.

Adam is more of a builder-cum-engineer type. If anything involves redstone or machinery, he's up for it. I'm not much for automated farms, but he insists that every resource we have has a machine set up for it. It takes too much time and effort for me, so I leave him to it. We're a team; I get the materials, and he makes things out of them.

Then, I feel it. The ground shifts beneath me. The earth itself is starting to crack, and I'm standing on top of it. I don't even think; I dive out of the way before the earth collapses.

Then, the ground is shovelled away, and Adam's head pokes out of where I was standing just two seconds ago. He turns around, to find me lying on the floor, clutching my arm.

"I think I fell on it," I grimace, pointing to the arm. "What are you doing? Couldn't you give me some warning?" "I said 'Hold on'" Adam shrugs. "Anyway, I thought we were gonna kit this place out," he gestures to the wheat field. Or at least, the wheat-field to be, as everything is still growing. "Pistons, water channels, hoppers and chests, the lot." It's only a nine-by-nine enclosure; I don't think you can make it much more efficient than if you harvest it all yourself. I say as much to him.

"Suit yourself. At least help me with the mob farm, later," he climbs out of the hole, shaking off the excess dirt and picking it up. "You'll enjoy it; once it's set up, you'll have bonemeal pouring out of your ears, for those peasant farms of yours." "My farms are anything but peasant," I protest, sweeping my arm towards the field before me.

He glances around at the expanse of – if I don't mind saying so – beautifully arranged crops. The wheat enclosures are standing side-by-side in fenced-off boxes, for efficient harvesting, but the rest is allowed to grow all over the hill. Carrots, potatoes and beetroot all fill the rolling hills up to the horizon, with the windmill I built standing proud in the middle. A little further east, you can't see further for all the sugar canes growing, clumped together as tightly as possible. Further west, rows of melon and pumpkin stalks line the river; already most of the fruits have grown. This field is my field, and I've done everything to make it so. Adam's machines are his business.

"Okay, where's the mob farm, then? We should get that finished up," I agree.