5. nestle
The winter had come and Marceline was quick to learn that winters in the colonies were not kind. She wanted nothing more than to sit by the fire all day, bundled up in numerous layers of clothes, sipping hot chocolate, but her duties as Ratonhnhaké:ton's trainer came before her comfort, unfortunately.
Marceline and Ratonhnhaké:ton had been sparring outside in the snow for well over six hours now and Marceline was almost positive she could no longer feel her toes.
Just as Ratonhnhaké:ton was about to strike, she held her hand up, causing him to stumble a bit and fall into the snow, "I am too cold for this."
"But-" He tried to speak but Marceline just shushed him.
"No, no. It is too cold." And with that said she began stalking back to the manor with every intent of plopping in front of the fire with a cup of hot chocolate. Ratonhnhaké:ton trailed after her, feeling slightly put out because of the abrupt halt in his training, although, he had to admit, he was a bit happy to have a break.
It wasn't long before the hot chocolate had been made and the pair found themselves seated in front of the fireplace, wrapped in blankets, Ratonhnhaké:ton cautiously sipping at the drink which was a foreign taste to him.
"I do not know how you people in the colonies survive these harsh winters." Marceline said before taking a drink.
"Is it not as cold in France?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked.
Within the past few months, Ratonhnhaké:ton's dislike for her had lessened although he still found her to be insufferable at times. There were times, however, when he liked being around Marceline, when he didn't mind the little jabs she made at him or her trailing off in French during the middle of her sentences. As he watched her talk animately about her homeland, he couldn't help the slight smile that forced itself onto his face.
She stopped her ramblings, noticing her cup was empty, "Would you like anymore hot chocolate?" Ratonhnhaké:ton nodded, handing her his cup, watching as she meandered into the kitchen. He sat there, watching the fire crackle before him while he listened to Marceline clank around in the kitchen.
Despite all of her oddities and quirks that sometimes made Ratonhnhaké:ton lose his mind, Marceline was the first friend he's made since leaving his tribe.
When Marceline came back, two cups of hot chocolate in hand, she found Ratonhnhaké:ton nestled amongst the blankets, his eyes closed and snoring lightly. She paused, staring at him a moment, before smiling and settling herself down next to him, watching the fire and sipping her hot chocolate.