Grian had to muffle his laugh as he snuck around Mumbos base looking for a place to hang the lantern. He had wrapped his hands in vines so the iron that made up the chain didn't burn.
And of course- the lantern being iron, Mumbo wouldn't suspect Grian at all.
He hoped.

After a few months of figuring out the new "normal" on the server, he was finally back to his usual shenanigans of finding new ways to mess with Mumbo.

Who was currently flitting about his base trying to figure out how best to build the massive arches.
It took a long time for him to figure out how to fly, Mumbo wincing at the memory of crashing into walls and trees as he slowly learned.
But he got better at it over time.
Of course, he wasn't good enough to rival Grian for the title of "Best Flier" but then again, no one could usurp the prankster in that regard.
But Mumbo managed.
At least he didn't hurt himself nearly as much now.

Between building his base, he had been trying to figure out a way to be able to see redstone...the dust being red and all.
It took a while to find a perfect modification, since most dyes came from flowers, which intrinsically had energy to them and made the redstone unstable.
Until Grian suggested lapis to dye the redstone blue.

Well. It wasn't exactly blue- more of a purple colour, but it still worked perfectly fine with the added benefit of being able to now see his circuits.

"Mumboooo!" Grian grinned, flying out of nowhere and landing gracefully on the ground.

"Hey G. What's up? Did you break something."

"Why is that what you go to first?" He pouted.

"Have you seen your track record."

"Ok fair, but no- I didn't break anything. Come on, follow me. I wanna show you something." Grian tugged Mumbo's arm in an attempt to get the redstoner (bluestoner?) to follow him.
"It is a bit of a trip though. Think you can make it?"

"I think so, yeah. How far away is it?"

"That's a secret!"

"You're a menace, Grian." Mumbo teased, gently elbowing the prankster. "Lead the way."

And okay, it was a long flight, but Mumbo recognised the path, the lonely birch tree in the jungle coming into view after a long stretch of comfortable silence.

"Why are we back here?"

"Follow me." Grian said, suddenly solemn. Though seeing your own grave would do that, so Mumbo couldn't really blame him.

Grian landed on one of the rope bridges and Mumbo did the same before a set of hands covered the redstoners eyes.

"Wh-Grian!"

"Walk forward- no a little to the right. Ok there. Stop." Grian instructed. He dropped his hands, letting Mumbo take in the view.

By no means was it the old door.

It wasn't the one with the sun and the bamboo and the cat and the flower of life.

It was something entirely new, the door to the house that hung in the vines painted with new details.
A bumblebee, a potion bottle, a bunch of crystals surrounding a staff, slime blocks, a diamond sword, a flying anvil, a moustache- every single hermit had a mural.

Except Grian.
Again.

Mumbo looked to Grian for an explanation

"I wanted you to paint the last one." He said sheepishly, handing Mumbo some paints.

So Mumbo painted, forcing his brain to shut up and heart do the thinking.

And when he stepped back, it wasn't a sun in the center, rather a pink crystal, painted to look like it was glowing faintly with small runes in the center.

He frowned slightly it, a few details off. But when he raised his arm to paint more, Grian pulled Mumbo back to look at the door as a whole.

"It's perfect."