"Where are you from, exactly?" Emily sighed. She'd answered that question a million times already. "Canada." she said, leaning over the crafting table. She'd come here just over a month ago, and Zoey still didn't believe her. "Does that mean you live in an igloo?"

Emily resisted the urge to kick Zoey, who had some odd ideas about Canadians. "No. And I don't put maple syrup on everything either." she added, to head off that question. Zoey had some strange theories about Canadians, but Emily hadn't gotten up the nerve to ask about her theories about British cooking yet. From what she'd heard, it was really bad, although she'd also heard that the British didn't think so.

Zoey and Emily were inside what could be called a house, assuming that houses could be made out of dirt, cobblestone, wood and a block of wool at the same time. They'd had to throw it together quick.

They were on an errand which -due to definitely-not-on-purpose poor planning- had taken longer than they'd thought it would. Their inventories were full of jungle wood and cocoa beans, which they were planning to grow and make chocolate out of. They hadn't originally planned anything, but both of them really wanted to get away from their home for a while. Their home was in a desert, with Rythian and Teep. Emily had always (if "always" can mean about four weeks) felt like an outsider, but Zoey was a good friend. Despite her views on Canadians.

The monsters made noises outside, but Zoey and Emily didn't mind; they were just one more excuse to not go back yet. Rythian had been acting… odd, like he wasn't actually himself. Ravs wasn't too upset; "He'll get over it, you'll see.", but Zoey was really worried. Teep had left a while ago, which was a major hint.

Zoey had finally left because Rythian had completely lost it and hit her. Emily had followed her, wondering what had gotten into Rythian. He was her favourite Youtuber, but then this had happened. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to be here anymore.

The sun slowly rose, and Zoey and Emily slowly took down their shelter. They weren't sure what would happen when they got back, but Emily was willing to bet that either Rythian would act like he hadn't noticed, or he would lose it again. They would be incredibly lucky if it was the first one, and in deep trouble if it was the second.

They approached the village of the village cautiously, almost like they were trying to sneak in.

"And where have you been?" Rythian never shouted, which was scary. "Getting cocoa beans?" Emily was so nervous that it sounded like a question. "And who's idea was it?" Oh, crap, that meant he was thinking about punishment…

"Mine." Emily said. Zoey opened her mouth and Emily kicked her. She shut it again. Rythian looked carefully between the two of them, then he said "Emily, I am willing to let it go this time, but next time there will be… consequences." Emily nodded. She didn't like the sound of that pause. Or the tone of the word "consequences".

What's gotten into him? Emily wondered. She and Zoey had discussed possibilities the night before, and the only thing they'd agreed on was "something magic" and, unfortunately, the only person who really understood that stuff was Rythian.