A/N: Merry Christmas, Lollipopdiego! I hope you like your gift this year. I had a whole bunch of trouble finding time and ideas but I had fun writing this in the end, so I hope you'll enjoy reading it c: The entire thing might seem a bit random since I couldn't figure out where exactly it was going or where I wanted it to go -slapped- Also hope you don't mind that it's a bit long.

Line breaks indicate passages in time.

Triple x's are for scene changes but it's still the same day. Not too confusing, is it? o:


This year was going to be different; he was going to make sure of that, even if it meant begging the Harvest Goddess. Instead of giving her shortcake for Thanksgiving like all close friends did, he would give her something she loved, like pumpkin cake, to communicate what he wanted out of their relationship. Instead of showing up at the bridge connecting Garmon Mine District with the area surrounding Molly's farm like they had for the past two years for Starry Night, he would ask her out the day before and they would watch the stars together in Flute Fields. Christmas, he would lay his true feelings bare and hope with all his heart that she returned them. And as for New Years Eve, he would stand by her side, take her hand in his and kiss her.

It was a foolproof plan.


A sigh left Bo's lips as Doctor Jin stepped away from him, having finished checking the rather large cut on his arm. The bleeding had stopped a while ago, thanks to one of Luke's bandanas, but now it stung like crazy due to the disinfectant that had been applied to it. Irene approached him with a roll of bandages and began to wrap it securely around the wound.

"You were lucky that the cut wasn't as deep as it could've been," Jin informed, pushing his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose as he consulted his notes. "It should heal on its own in a few weeks but keep the bandages on for at least a few days to make sure it doesn't get infected. Avoid doing any heavy work for now; it would be best to not aggravate the wound."

The young carpenter nodded his head absentmindedly at the doctor's words while trying to suppress the urge to groan. Luke caught his eye and hesitantly smiled, giving him a friendly pat on the back while chuckling nervously.

"Sorry for getting you hurt, but cheer up Bo! At least you didn't break your arm or anything," the older carpenter commented, earning himself an annoyed look from his friend.

Before Bo could say anything in reply, Irene had already finished bandaging his arm and left the pair alone, giving them both a final warning to be careful before she disappeared around the corner to check up on Simon, who had somehow gotten hurt trying to take photos of Molly's chickens skating around the frozen lake to the left of her house. Luke had wanted to know the full story behind the incident but Bo had kept him from poking his nose into where it didn't belong. Now that his arm had been dealt with, he got off the stool he had been sitting on, calling out a thank you and good bye toward Irene and Jin as he headed toward the exit, pulling Luke behind him with his left hand.

"You seem fine now," Luke observed when Bo finally let go of his hand. They turned south and walked down the street in the direction of Molly's house.

"You injured my right arm, Luke, not my left," Bo stated, keeping his eyes focused on the path ahead of them as they trudged through the snow. An endless spiral of white flakes continued to fall from the greying sky above them, slowly piling up even more until there were no signs of the road beneath them. Fortunately the snow was fresh and had yet to freeze over, giving them little trouble when it came to walking. The last thing Bo needed was to slip and injure another body part, or Goddess forbid, break a limb. The wound Luke had accidentally given him was already enough of an obstacle.

"What difference does that make? As long as you can still help Molly then its all good," Luke continued with a grin, walking ahead of the blonde carpenter. "We have to find a suitable tree in Fugue Forest to set up in her living room then we have to put up the Christmas lights on the exterior of her house."

The older male kept on divulging his plans on how to install a festive atmosphere into Molly's farmhouse but Bo's mind drifted elsewhere. Jin had recommended that he didn't do any heavy work for a while meaning carrying a tree was out of the question but that hadn't seemed to have hit Luke yet. That didn't bother Bo much though; as much as he wanted to help Molly out, the farmer was more than capable of decorating her home without his help. All that he was worried about was whether or not his injury would put a dent into his plans.

All he had wanted was to be different this year. He wanted things to change, to evolve, and to become something else. It had taken him a rather long time to even think of a plan to make those wants into reality but eventually he had thought of the perfect plan involving the whole of winter. By the time New Years rolled around, he had been certain that things would change, but now he wasn't sure.

He could move his arm without much trouble though sometimes a twinge of pain would flare up out of the blue, making it a hassle but Bo wasn't going to let such a small obstacle get in the way of his goal. This year was going to be different, no matter what.

Thanksgiving was tomorrow and Bo still wasn't ready. His plan for tomorrow had included giving Luna a bouquet of her favourite flowers along with a homemade pumpkin cake. His first problem was the flowers; he knew she liked pink cat, roses, and hyacinths but they all bloomed in seasons other than winter, which was what it was now. Marimba Farm didn't carry out of season flowers, only crops, making Bo anxious about what he could do instead. The cake wasn't as much as a problem as the flowers but now that his arm was injured he wasn't quite sure either. Baking wasn't considered 'hard work', at least not to him but Bo didn't know how to bake a pumpkin cake. It might not differ much from the shortcake he made in previous years but it wasn't like he could mentally adjust the recipe either. No, he needed help and luckily he knew where to find it.

"Hey Bo, hurry up man! Molly's waiting for us at her house. We only have twenty one days left until Christmas, you know?" Luke called out to him. Bo's footsteps had slowed down while he had been thinking and Luke had ended up walking in front of him at a brisk pace until they were now quite a few feet apart from each other.

Bo sighed and shook his head, stopping where he was. "You go on ahead, Luke. I'll come later; there's something I have to do before tomorrow."

The blue haired carpenter looked at him quizzically for a moment before it dawned on him that tomorrow would be Thanksgiving. A grin spread out on his lips and Luke wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Bo. "You're planning on baking a cake for Luna, aren't you?"

"Yes I am," he replied with a straight face. "I bake her a cake every year; this year won't be an exception."

"Then why can't you do that at home or at Molly's house?"

That comment made Bo falter slightly and he paused, unsure of how to answer that question. Luke was the last person on Castanet Island that he wanted to share his plans with. While Bo trusted the older carpenter, he couldn't trust Luke with secrets.

Bo's lack of an answer seemed to give Luke an idea and the blue haired carpenter simply grinned even more at his friend. "You're going to do something special for her, aren't you? So you're finally making a move, huh?"

He sighed and waved a hand dismissingly toward his friend, already turning around to head to his destination. "I'll see you later, Luke."

xxx

"I'm so sorry Bo!" Maya exclaimed as she handed the blonde male some paper towels. "I didn't see you behind me; I didn't mean to spill it on you!"

He gave her an awkward smile and turned off the freezing tap water. Some of his fingers felt numb from being drowned in the cold water but the majority of his hand still stung from being splashed with boiling hot water. "It's alright Maya; it's not a big deal. Thanks." Bo took the paper towels from her and dried his hands, frowning slightly at the pain from his hand. First Luke had accidentally wounded his arm with his axe and now Maya had spilt hot water on him. To make things worse, it was all on his dominant arm.

"I still feel bad though. You came here asking for help but I ended up only causing you more injuries," the blonde waitress apologized with a frown, looking at the bandaged part of his upper arm.

"It's not a problem Maya," he reassured her though his tone of voice said otherwise. An hour had passed since he arrived at Ocarina Inn and he still had yet to finish making a cake. Maya had made three, or well, attempted to make three but they had either burned in the oven or had tasted terrible enough for her to throw away. Bo had to wonder how she managed to make three cakes in the span of an hour but perhaps her speed was the cause of the downfall of her cakes. He took his time when it came to baking since it was a cake for Luna after all and he wanted it to be just right. He measured all the ingredients carefully, double checking to make sure they were the right amount before dumping them into a mixing bowl. Maya had told him that the only difference between a pumpkin cake and a shortcake was the pumpkins. Shortcakes needed strawberries whereas pumpkin cakes needed pumpkins. That last part had been obvious enough but as it turned out, that was the only thing that differed between the two. Everything else was the same, including the measurements, which was the only thing Bo had needed to know. He had planned to go home to make the cake after finding out the recipe but Maya had insisted that he stay, saying that they could both work on their cakes for tomorrow together and he had obliged. He shouldn't have stayed.

A chuckle caught Bo's attention and he turned around to see Jake and Colleen seated together at one of the tables, their heads leaning against each others' as if they were whispering secrets. Yolanda had been watching them from the corner of the room but gave that up when Maya had spilled the boiling water on Bo's hand. The older female chef clicked her tongue but couldn't help but chuckle again at her granddaughter's blunders. No matter how much she had taught Maya, the blond waitress didn't seem to have improved at all. "Maya, just what are you trying to make?" Yolanda asked, leaning against the counter as she stared at the mess around the stove.

"Uhm, a spinach cake," Maya answered hesitantly, staring guiltily at the ground.

"What are you planning to use the hot water for then?"

"To boil the spinach?"

Yolanda merely shook her head and made her way around the counter so that she too was in the kitchen, occupying much of the space, making it feel even more cramped. Bo instinctively moved out of the way, taking his bowl of wet ingredients with him. Jake gestured to him and after being confused for a brief moment he left the kitchen completely and walked over to the inn owner.

"They're going to take a while in there," Jake stated, nodding toward his mother and daughter. "You can use the kitchen in the backroom if you'd like, Bo."

The offer came as a surprise to him and he quickly shook his head. Staying at Ocarina Inn hadn't been a part of his plan in the first place and he didn't want to intrude any further. Thanksgiving was tomorrow after all and while it looked like both Yolanda and Jake didn't have much of anything to do, Bo was certain that they would be swamped with work soon. Jake only smiled at him with a shake of his own head. "You came here asking for help and ended up helping Maya instead. She even burned your hand when you're already injured. See this as a way of apology. You're free to use anything you need too."

"Thank you Jake, but I-"

"You're trying to bake a pumpkin cake, right? You'll need pumpkins for that and if I remember correctly, Dale said Luke used up all the ones he had for Halloween. Pumpkins are out of season now so he hadn't had time to buy more," Colleen informed him with a gentle smile.

That came as a shock to him. The last time he had checked for pumpkins at home was… before Halloween. Bo had just assumed they would still be there since neither Luke nor Dale liked eating pumpkins. He inwardly sighed but smiled at the two inn owners. "Thank you Jake and Colleen, I'll do that then," he stated, accepting their offer.

"You're supposed to put in baking soda, not baking powder, Maya! There's a difference between the two."

"I'm sorry! I'll get it right next time."

Jake and Colleen exchanged looks and shook their heads with knowing smiles playing on their lips while Bo went over to the counter, picking up the mixing bowl he had been using and crept into the back kitchen, leaving the family alone.

He felt oddly out of place being there since he and Maya weren't even that good of friends in the first place. He knew of her since there were only so many villagers on the island but they definitely weren't friends and were barely acquaintances. She had been the only person he thought of approaching for help though; Chase might've been a better option but the peach haired chef looked as if he would be harder to approach than the blonde waitress.

Now that he was alone, Bo focused completely on his cake. The silence that surrounded him in the small kitchen was occasionally broken by Yolanda or Maya but no one bothered him, leaving him completely alone with his work. He fell into a rhythm and it wasn't long before the batter was done and the cake was slowly baking in the oven.

xxx

Carrying the box containing the pumpkin cake carefully in his hands, Bo opened the door to the main room of Ocarina Inn. Yolanda and Maya were still in the kitchen but neither of them were speaking now, focusing solely on whatever they were cooking. Colleen had left too but Jake had moved to check the logbook for the inn. When he caught sight of Bo he merely smiled at him, waving off his thanks.

Just as Bo was about to step out the door though a loud beep beep beep rang through the air. "Maya!" Yolanda shouted and the blonde waitress quickly pulled open the oven door to let out clouds of dark smoke. Bo looked at the scene and quickly left, feeling a blast of cold wintry air hit his face, making him shiver. The coldness contrasted greatly with the warmth that had surrounded him from being in front of the oven and he clutched the box closer to his chest. The cold felt good on his right hand but not for the rest of him and he quickened his pace.

Snow still fell from the sky at a leisurely pace, showing no sign of stopping any time soon. A soft breeze blew past him, making him shiver slightly but he had to appreciate the scenery in front of him. The entirety of Harmonica Town was blanketed by a layer of snow that was steadily building up, making it difficult to identify where the sidewalk started and ended but at least the snow helped to make it look like Christmas would be coming soon. Bo wasn't a huge fan of snow although he didn't mind it either, but nothing made the twenty fifth better than waking up to a white Christmas.

Luna had told him once before that the Christmases she had spent off the island had been terrible. There was no snow, hardly anyone decorated their homes, and it mostly rained, making it feel nothing like Christmas. She had been glad to return to Castanet Island with Shelly and her first Christmas back, she had insisted on decorating their home until every inch of it was covered with Christmas decorations. Luke and he had just happened to be passing by that day and the blue haired carpenter had offered his assistance. Luna had declined, saying she could do everything herself but then had almost fallen off the ladder she had been on, much to her embarrassment, and so ended up accepting Luke's offer. That was the first time Bo had been in Luna's company for an extended period of time and it became a tradition for him to help her decorate the tailor's every year for Christmas.

She seemed to have forgotten how it all started since every year she would assume he would simply show up at her house the day after Thanksgiving to help her out but Bo didn't mind, not if it meant he could spend more time with her. Even he couldn't remember everything they did together over the years and it didn't even matter that much. They had become good friends and somewhere along the line Bo had developed stronger feelings for her. He wasn't sure about her own feelings about the matter but he had decided it was finally time to let her know, hence his plan.

Now that he had the pumpkin cake in his hand, the only other thing he needed were the flowers. He still didn't know where he could get out of season flowers on such short notice but he was willing to try just about anything.

xxx

"I can't help you Bo; its winter and the only flowers I can give you are anemones, snowflake flowers, and green bell flowers. I didn't save any other flowers from my last harvest either," Molly apologized, running a brush through her horse's coat.

Bo's face fell at hearing Molly's response but it hardly came as a surprise for him. She had been his last resort and it was mostly his fault for not thinking this through earlier. If he had been smarter, he would've planned all this out seasons ago, back when the flowers he needed were in season but it was definitely too late for any of that now.

"If you're so desperate for them them, I might be able to do something," Molly continued, causing Bo to give her his complete attention. "I can't promise you anything and I certainly won't be able to get them to you before tomorrow but I can try for Christmas if you'd like."

Relief flooded him at hearing her offer and he quickly nodded his head, smiling widely toward his friend. "Yes, thank you Molly!"

The brunette farmer laughed and returned his smile with one of her own. "Are you planning on giving them to Luna?" she asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Yes," Bo admittedly, ducking his head shyly as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

"So you're finally going to do something about your feelings now, aren't you?" Molly smiled knowingly and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Good luck with everything."

"Thanks?" It came out more like a question than as a statement but Molly only laughed it off, much to Bo's confusion. The brunette farmer turned back to her horse, brushing the four-legged mammal's coat until it gleamed before she moved onto her other livestock. A few of her chickens ran past her, happily clucking to each other as they pushed past the growing stalks of buckwheat. "Is it a good idea to let your animals out when it's snowing? Won't they get sick?"

"These guys will be fine. They hate being cooped up inside and prefer to be outside, rain or shine. My cows on the other hand are total opposites so that's why they're not out here right now," Molly explained, petting her sheep gently on the head before waving the woolly mammal away. She watched her sheep for a moment before letting her eyes flicker skyward, her face becoming a landing ground for the falling white flakes. "Does it feel like Christmas to you, Bo?"

He looked up at Molly's face and then up at the sky at her sudden question. The sky hadn't gotten any lighter or darker since he had left the clinic that morning and snow was still falling steadily from above. Everything around them was covered in snow, except for a few plots of land that Molly had tilled to grow her crops, making it definitely seem like winter but Christmas was a different story. Many of the villagers already had their houses decorated for the holidays and the majority of the stores had set up their own mini Christmas trees too, but Bo didn't think it felt any more like Christmas. Only when it was dark out and all the lights that decorated the homes were lit did it actually seem like Christmas to him.

Before Bo could even give Molly a reply, a familiar voice broke the silence between them, echoing through the air. "Hey Bo, how's your special cake for Luna?!" Luke shouted from the roof of Molly's farmhouse.

The blonde carpenter winced slightly from the volume of his friend's voice and from what he said. No matter how much he could try to deny it, he would never be able to convince Luke that what he was doing for Luna was nothing out of the ordinary. "Great, it turned out great," Bo replied, raising his voice so that the sound would carry well on the wind. His friend must've heard him since Luke flashed him a smile and a thumbs up in return.

Molly laughed as she watched their exchange. "Be careful, Luke! It'd be terrible if you fell off and hurt yourself."

"Don't worry, Molly! I've got this!" Luke thumped his fist against his chest, emphasizing the end of his sentence and the farmer couldn't help but roll her eyes, though a laugh did escape her lips. "Bo! You should help out too instead of standing down there. There are still a whole bunch of lights to put up!"

He sighed and looked over the rest of the farmhouse. A snowman stood next to the mailbox in front of the door and a string of lights had been placed around the windows and the door, but that was all. "Doctor Jin told me not to do any 'heavy work'," Bo reminded his friend though he walked closer to the house so that neither of them would have to yell to communicate.

"This isn't heavy; it's just a bunch of lights. You can at least untangle them for me," Luke countered, tossing down a bundle of Christmas lights before he could even reply. Since Bo was holding the box containing Luna's cake, he made no attempt to catch the string of lights and instead left them to land in the snow. "C'mon man, you could've caught that."

"You can put the cake in my fridge, Bo," Molly offered, walking up behind him. "I appreciate you helping me with decorating my house. Luke's been a great help so far."

He highly doubted that, considering how much progress it looked like the other carpenter had made but instead of replying, he simply nodded his head and went inside, putting his box inside the fridge. His arm hadn't bothered him when he had been baking and stringing up lights wasn't any more difficult than using an electric mixer so Bo didn't have any reason not to help out. That and Molly was going to try to get the flowers he needed; the least he could do was help her decorate her home. Even though she certainly wouldn't be able to get them before Thanksgiving tomorrow, it was the thought that counted and it would be better than nothing if she got them for him by Christmas. All he wanted was to give them to Luna as a surprise.

The pink haired tailor had told him that no one had ever given her a bouquet of flowers before, or even a single flower. Hamilton used to drop by to give some to Shelly occasionally but that had been it. Bo had heard that it had been tradition to give a cake along with a flower to your loved ones for Thanksgiving but no one on Castanet Island did that anymore, they only exchanged cakes. He wanted to change that this year.

Walking back outside, he found that Molly had joined Luke on the roof while there were now five bundles of tangled up Christmas lights sitting in the snow, all waiting for him. Their voices occasionally drifted down to his ears but Bo could never make out what they were saying though he could hear their laughter with no problems. As he got to work untangling the lights, he couldn't help but feel a bit jealous looking up at Molly and Luke. Bo didn't know what their relationship was (except that Luke had most likely fallen for the farmer) but it seemed pretty obvious that they were closer than just being good friends, or they were just that good of friends.

His friendship with Luna resembled theirs in a way. While they didn't share as many laughs as Molly and Luke, the time he spent with Luna was always relaxing and it made him feel happy. She would normally be the one talking about her day or complaining about things that had gone wrong and he would happily listen to her, commenting here and there but generally listening. Dale always seemed to wonder how he could put up with her for long periods of time and while Luna could be quite blunt, almost rude to an extent, which put off a lot of people, it never bothered Bo much, possibly because he had to have dealt with Luke for most of his life. The blue haired carpenter was outgoing and unafraid to speak his mind, just like Luna, but he was always friendly toward people while she sometimes didn't care about how she came off to others.

Bo knew her bad traits as well as her good traits and he always thought the good outweighed the bad. Regardless, somewhere along the line he started liking her as more than a friend. He didn't know if she felt the same or simply saw him as just a friend but he would never know if he didn't try finding the answer. Bo just hoped their friendship wouldn't be ruined if the answer turned out to be no.


Passing Sonata Tailoring for the fifth time in the past ten minutes, Bo tried to peek into the shop through the window but like before, he couldn't see anything due to the fogged up glass. The box containing Luna's cake had started looking a bit worn from all the manhandling Bo gave it as he walked through Harmonica Town. Unlike yesterday, the town was a bit more lively today since it was Thanksgiving. Luckily for Bo, none of the townspeople paid him any attention though they did say hi to him occasionally. Renee and Toby had walked past him earlier, exchanging cakes with each other before heading over to the lighthouse while Maya had ran past him, waving a greeting to him, with a rather large box in her hand. He had wanted to ask her how her cake turned out after the mishaps of yesterday but he hadn't gotten a chance before she was out of his sight.

"Why don't you just go inside?" a feminine voice asked him, surprising Bo with its suddenness, drawing him out of his thoughts. Molly stood facing the water, her fishing pole in her hand, but had turned around to talk to him. "Luna's supposed to be working today so I don't think she'll be coming out any time soon."

He knew that. He knew the days Luna worked and she knew the days he worked; it was a constant that hadn't changed over the years but that hadn't kept Bo from hoping she would be outside. Shelly and Candace were sure to be inside too and he would've liked if there weren't any witnesses, not that he was afraid or anything.

Molly grinned at him, placing a hand on her hip as she stared at the blonde carpenter. "Are you scared that she won't like your cake or something?"

"N-no, of course not," Bo answered, his hands fiddling with the cake box again. The farmer only looked at him with a nod of her head and he was about to protest when the door of Sonata Tailoring opened. Instead of Luna appearing, it was her older sister Candace that walked out. The shy tailor smiled at both Bo and Molly, giving them a soft 'good morning' before she walked away in the direction of Flute Fields, clutching a pale orange box close to her body.

"Now's your chance," Molly stated to Bo though her eyes followed the blue haired female, wondering where she was going.

Bo looked at Molly and the door to the tailor shop, inhaling a breath in an attempt to calm his heart but before he could actually take a step, the door opened again. This time, Luna was the one that came out and her eyes sparkled when she saw her friends outside.

"Do you know where Candace went?" Luna asked, brushing off Molly's morning greeting.

"She went that way," Molly answered, pointing toward the road that led back to her farmhouse and Flute Fields. "Did something happen?"

"She was being all secretive about her cake this morning, so I decided to follow her to see who she's giving it to," Luna answered quickly. "Thanks!" And with that, she ran off.

"Luna, wait!" The pink haired tailor didn't seem to hear him and with a wave toward Molly, Bo ran after her, clutching the cake box tightly to his chest, hoping that the cake wouldn't sustain any injuries.

He stopped behind her, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath but Luna paid him no heed as she quickly hid herself behind a tree, pulling Bo after her. She shushed him before he could say anything and they both peeked out from behind the tree to see Candace and Chase standing on the beach. The peach haired chef was holding the box that Candace had been carrying earlier and they both were looking at each other with smiles.

"Chase, of all people; she picked Chase?" Luna grumbled to herself as she stared at the two of them. "I guess I should be happy it's not Julius, but still."

"Ah Luna, is something wrong?" Bo hesitantly asked, looking at the pair on the beach and then at his friend. The chef looked like he was enjoying his time speaking to Candace at the moment which had Bo slightly confused. He had thought Chase liked Molly, which was why Luke would always start complaining whenever the peach haired male's name came up but seeing him and Candace together seemed to indicate otherwise.

The pink haired tailor shook her head, causing strands of her hair to scatter in different directions as a gust of winter wind blew past them. "Not really; I just don't see what Candace sees in him. He's sarcastic and rude." Luna paused, as if considering something before continuing, "But as long as he doesn't hurt Candace then I guess I won't interfere for now."

They watched the pair for a while longer until Luna drew back, grabbing Bo's hand again and started walking away, pulling him behind her. They walked at a fairly quick pace and Luna only stopped once they were far enough from the beach so that neither her sister nor Chase would be able to hear or see them and dropped Bo's hand, her cheeks slightly flushed. She looked up at him with a faint smile and rolled her eyes, presumably because of what they had just seen.

Bo stared at her, his mind blanking out momentarily. While he still hadn't caught his breath from the running earlier and the speed walking just then, his breath managed to catch in his throat. He always thought she looked pretty, beautiful even, though he never told her that directly, but with her standing in front of him surrounded by the whiteness of the snow, he found himself speechless, as cliché as it was.

"Bo?" Luna called to him, waving her hand in front of his face to get his attention. When he didn't respond, she frowned and placed her hands on her hips, leaning in closer to peer at his face. "Are you okay? Are you that out of breath that you can't even respond?"

He blinked his eyes and staggered back a bit from the close proximity of her face. His cheeks heated up immensely at her closeness but now that she had gotten a reaction from him, she backed away, titling her head to the side while waiting for a response. "I-I'm fine Luna, sorry," Bo replied, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. She looked at him with disbelief but shrugged, turning to start walking back to Harmonica Town. "Luna, wait!"

This time she halted, turning back around to look at him expectantly.

He walked up to her and extended the box to her with a nervous smile. "Happy Thanksgiving, Luna."

The pink haired tailor stared at his face for a brief moment before taking the box, removing the wrapping to reveal a slightly uneven pumpkin cake. Her eyes flashed with surprise at the unusual cake but a smile quickly bloomed on her lips. "Thank you, Bo!" Besides her sister and grandmother, Bo was the only other person that ever gave her cakes for Thanksgiving and Luna always looked forward to them. Seeing the pumpkin cake instead of the usual shortcake this year had came as a surprise and for a brief moment, she wondered why that was so but she didn't ask. It wasn't necessary and Luna was happy to still receive a cake from him after all these years.

Bo grinned at her reaction. It didn't matter now that Maya had burned his hand or Luke had injured his arm beforehand. Everything seemed worth it just to see her smile, especially more so when it was because of something he did.

Though the cake wasn't as fresh as it had been yesterday, its deliciously goodness wafted up to her nose, making her eager to eat it and for the third time that day, Luna took a hold of Bo's hand, gripping it as tightly as she did the box holding her cake. "I have yours back at home. Let's go back there now and I can give it to you."

He smiled in agreement and once again found himself being dragged by the pink haired tailor but he didn't mind. So much had gone wrong yesterday and even though the lack of flowers had put a slight dent into his plans, the outcome was all that mattered. Luna was smiling and seemed excited to eat her present, and that was all Bo wanted.