Re: Schitt's Creek (Patrick/David)
Wrapped in three sweaters, David still shivers demonstratively. “I cannot believe you have this fireplace and nothing to put in it.”
“I told you, David, the delivery was cancelled,” Patrick states patiently. “They’re classed as non-essential.”
“How is firewood not essential? This is literally Canada!”
“I suppose we’ll just have to do what they did in the olden days.”
“Ew, what, crawl inside a dead moose?”
Patrick pulls David into his arms, tucking a blanket around him. “Huddle for warmth.”
David huffs, but burrows in. “Okay, this is nice. Now if only I had some mulled wine…”