#heroking

King looked out the window of his kitchen, watching the shadow of his house loom across the farm. He could see that his wheat and potatoes would probably be ready to harvest before the end of the day.

He heard the footsteps of someone behind him, "I heard that."

"Your ears are getting sharper."

"Or maybe you're just starting to become predictable."

"Hm."

"Good morning, Herobrine," King turned to face the spirit who remained silent. King tried to guess what Herobrine was looking at, not an easy task when he had no pupils to follow, "...Admiring my farm?"

"I like that you aren't using your staff anymore."

"I still use it for some things, but... I'd rather have fun. It's what he would have wanted, I think."

"...Given what I saw of him, yes."

"My current challenge is to cook one of everything," King laughed looking into the cupboards for a moment before pulling out two eggs and two pieces of bacon.

"Definitely a challenge in this world."

"Mmm, I still have a lot of crops to collect. Any tips?" King pulled out his crafting pad, putting his cooked bacon and eggs in a bowl.

"I am not helping you cheat."