#ehtan

Travy: you aren't cheezy tho

Ethan: Are you sure?

Travy: ...maybe a little. now hush. *throws his bathrobe on and leaves*

Ethan: *snickers and snuggles down*

Travy: *comes back a few minutes later with a mug*

Ethan: Mmm... *looks at it, nothing more than a face wrapped in blankets*

Travy: *smirks* yer sucha burrito, luv.

Ethan: I'm not a burrito! I don't even like burritos...

Travy: so?

Ethan: So I'm not a burrito. ...can I have my tea?

Travy: burritos don't have arms. *is thoroughly enjoying this*

Ethan: I have arms. And they are nice and warm right now. *holds one out of the blankets anyway for the tea*

Travy: *hands over the tea* so did I just have sex with a burrito?

Ethan: No. You had sex with an Ethan. A disappearing Ethan. *pulls the blankets over his head and starts drinking his tea under there*

Travy: oi! come back. *sits on the bed next to him* come out, little burrito-dwelling yank.

Ethan: I'm not a burrito! Or a yank... I'm from Florida. Yanks are from the northern states. Especially New York, if you're talking baseball.

Travy: yanks are from america, duh.

Ethan: *peeks out from under the blankets* Southerners consider people in the New England area to be yanks.

Travy: and brits consider all americans to be yanks

Ethan: *grumbles and goes back under his blankets* ...I blame the Revolutionary War...

Travy: *chuckles affectionately* silly li'l yank

Ethan: *sips his tea under the blaket again*

Travy: come out here

Ethan: But it's cold out there.

Travy: but your furnace is also out here.