it’s florence’s day off, one of the best days in her opinion. she loves spending time with you. as your cuddle up in bed, the sun wide awake before you both, the clock hitting 11am, she gets up and makes breakfast

whiles she’s up you set up the playstation.. then it hits you.. the minecraft world you worked on ages ago.. yknow the waves where you play minecraft on repeat for weeks.. yeah.. the starts just hitting you. you get the controllers and set it all up

she comes in holding pop tarts, toast and juice, her ‘lazy’ brekkie. she gasp as she sees minecraft started up

“ah babe! i totally forgot about this! do you think all the dogs we adopted will still be there?”

“baby they don’t just disapear, cmon sit down and play”

you had a very basic ground rules for play.. the stereotypical. you decorate and build, while she gets the supplies and mines, you find the prettiest flowers and cry over skeletons while florence mines and gets lost for days and panics at every zombie noise, she was a lot less mentally detached.. so when you cry over loosing a cat, she just laughs.