Thread: What happens in the cabin... (Sync & mypgems)

It didnt take them too long to get extra wood from the large bin outside and carry it to the bin by the fireplace. The pair of them trudged back and forth for about fifteen, twenty minutes, carrying armloads of chopped-up logs until the inside bin was overflowing with wood. Should be enough for a few days. He only shook his head at Beccas attire and comment, though it was all true, he knew that, but that didnt make her neon-bright oranges and yellows any easier on his eyes. The reflected glare from the snow was almost preferable. The wind had died down, but the weather had not looking at the sky, more was on the way. Dark, low clouds were never a good sign, and this high on the mountain theyd be lucky if snow just fell on them but he didnt voice that to Becca. Shed be nervous enough knowing the snow was falling heavily without hearing that there was a good chance thered be a strong wind to drive that snow. Sometimes it was better to let truths be unsaid, and this was one of those times. She suggested checking out the hot tub, and he reluctantly agreed. He didnt hate the hot tub or object to the existence of the spring that gave it to them, not at all it was just that hed rather get back inside and settle down again. It was good that it was still there and operating functioning much as they expected it to, although there were no moving parts involved to potentially stop it from working. He shrugged her shoulders at her expressed desire to use the tub, and he found himself forcing himself to not think about her breasts. We may get to. We may not. Its largely up to the weather. Im not volunteering to rig a safety line between the cabin and the shed just so we can get to it. He grinned faintly, but was almost relieved when the wind started to pick up a little and convinced Becca to get back inside. He heeled-toed out of his boots when they were both back inside and the door closed, leaving them by the main door to dry off, then he took his coat off and hung it up on the rack by the door near his boots. Yeah, you looked pretty surprised to see snow that time. And it was funny to see you covered in mud like that. Mum couldnt stop laughing at you, although she was being nice about it. While Becca went upstairs to change, Luke grabbed his novel and settled on his couch in front of the fireplace to read. He barely looked up when she came back down and settled on the other couch, and for some time they stayed like that quiet, content, engrossed in their own activities. Then Becca spoke up, quietly. While hed have been content to continue reading, he wasnt about to be rude and ignore her, not when she seemed to be making some half-arsed effort to not be antagonistic towards him. He closed the book, using his forefinger for a bookmark, and looked up at the distant ceiling as he thought about his answer. There was that little near-plea at the end, but he didnt address that better to let a quiet response address that for him. I dunno, he admitted finally. New Zealand, I guess, to see where they made the movies. He briefly waved his book around to indicate he was referring to The Lord of the Rings . Other than thatItaly as well, I suppose, but Id go to Rome. Theres a lot of ancient history there that Id like to have a look at. And Greece, to Athens, for much the same reason as Rome. Id like to visit Jerusalem as well, but youd have a hard time getting in and out, I reckon. He brought his gaze back to the fire as he finished speaking, and he turned a curious gaze to his sister. What made you ask? Not that Im objecting Im justcurious.