AN: A sequel fic to Come to Light. As of December 2017, the introduction has been rewritten. Features more of Abigail, and a less incompetent (female) farmer.

Abigail hates when her dad makes her do this.

"It'll only take a few minutes," he promises, holding a yellow piece of paper out towards her. "It's good for business; it shows her we have the best customer service in town. Do you think Joja personally hands out flyers?"

She groans, accepting the obnoxiously bright flyer from him. Maybe business would be better if her dad's fliers didn't look like they made by a little kid using a computer for the first time. Abigail considers giving it to Sebastian, instead; she's sure he would appreciate the awful font, and cheesy clip art of flower bouquets decorating the bottom of the sheet.

Wait, flower bouquets? Abigail frowns, studying the flyer a little harder.

Dear Farmer,

It seems like you're starting to get close with some of the townspeople. If you want to show someone that you're romantically interested, you've got to give them one of my beautiful flower bouquets. I'm selling them now, for a very fair price! If you want to start a family someday, this is the first step!

- Pierre

"Yoba, Dad, this is terrible." Abigail folds the flyer in half. "Do I really have to give this to the farmer? It's so embarrassing."

Her father looks up from the cash register, fixing her with a stern look. "Joja is trying to run us out of business, Abigail. Smarten up."

Abigail sighs, and stuffs the flier into her pocket. "Fine."

She pulls her scarf up over her face as she heads out the door. If she's lucky, she won't run into the farmer on her way there. Maybe she can just stuff it in the mailbox, and hurry back before the farmer catches her.

Oh Yoba… what if the farmer's already outside? What if she reads the letter while Abigail's standing there? Abigail thinks she might actually die if she has to personally hand over the flyer; she can't imagine the farmer being interested in 'starting a family' with her (or anyone in town, for that matter) after reading it.

Abigail's dad has already ruined her love life, and it hasn't even started yet.

Her heart is beating embarrassingly fast as she arrives at the farm. Abigail's never been very religious, but she sends her silent thanks to Yoba as she scans the grounds, and doesn't see any sign of the farmer. There's a fresh blanket of powdery snow covering the farm, and oh, it's so gorgeous, Abigail can almost pretend that her dream of living here one day isn't about to be crushed by a lame flyer.

Carefully, she opens the mailbox, and drops the stupid flyer inside. It lands on a pile of letters. There's a lot of letters in the farmer's mailbox, actually. Abigail fishes one of them out, and opens the unsealed envelope.

Farmer,

This is embarrassing... I lost my lucky purple shorts. I'm telling you because I think I can trust you. If you find them, bring them back to me DISCREETLY. I'll pay well.

Thanks, Mayor Lewis

Abigail wasn't planning on attending today's impromptu jam session – last night Sam sent her some lyrics he's been working on, and they're all horribly cheesy love songs about Sebastian – but she's just made a very intriguing discovery, one that needs to be shared with Sam and Sebastian immediately.

She tucks the Mayor's letter into her coat pocket, and pulls out her phone, shooting off a quick text to Sam to let him know that she's changed her mind about coming over.

He doesn't answer his phone, but Abigail starts to head back for his house, anyways; Sam's never cared about her showing up unannounced before.

Once Abigail's let herself inside Sam's house, and stripped off her winter gear, she knocks on his bedroom door. There's a distinct lack of music coming from inside, and Abigail can guess what they've been up to instead. "You guys have thirty seconds to untangle your tongues before I open this door," she calls out. Abigail gives them forty seconds, because she's in a good mood, before turning the doorknob and stepping into the room.

Sam sits up, breathing hard, with his ridiculous blond hair looking even more mussed up than usual. "Do you mind?" He's straddling Sebastian, who's sprawled out on Sam's bed and looking mildly annoyed.

Abigail rolls her eyes. "I have some dirt on Lewis. Do you want to hear it or not?"

"Fuck yeah," Sam replies, with enthusiasm. "Can you make it quick, though? Seb and I were, uh… kinda busy."

"You're going to need to reschedule," Abigail says, smirking. "Trust me, this is good."

Sam climbs off Sebastian's lap, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. Sebastian looks displeased about this sudden change of plans, but he scoots over to sit next to Sam.

Abigail holds out the letter. "I found this in the farmer's mailbox," she announces.

Sebastian squints at the writing. "You went through the farmer's mail? Isn't that illegal?" He asks the question like he doesn't buy and smoke illegal substances on a monthly basis.

"Look, my dad asked me to put a flyer in her box… and I may have taken a small peek to see what else was in there," Abigail admits. "I don't think the farmer ever checks her mail, there was a ton of unopened letters inside."

Sam nods. "My mom sent her a letter in the spring asking for some cauliflower, and she never brought us one." He sighs, then adds, "she brings us a ton of mayo, though. It's so gross, but my mom loves it. We have, like, five jars in the fridge."

"So what's the letter say?" Sebastian interjects. "I can't read it from here." Sam takes the letter from Abigail, and Sebastian leans in to read it, squinting again.

"Dude, you need glasses," Sam mutters.

"Glasses are for nerds," Sebastian declares. "I can read just fine, thanks; it says Mayor Dumbass lost his shorts, and we need to run them up a flag pole."

Pelican Town doesn't actually have a flag pole, but Abigail knows that's not going to stop Sam and Sebastian from finding somewhere to publicly hang them. "Right," she agrees, "so I was wondering if you guys want to help me find them?"

Sam and Sebastian exchange reluctant looks.

"Come on, guys," Abigail says, giving them a pleading look. "It's kind of like an adventure… or a mystery. It'll be fun."

"Whatever you say, Nancy Drew," Sebastian replies, looking unconvinced.

"Yeah, well if I'm Nancy Drew that makes you the Hard-y Boys." Abigail grins. "Emphasis on hard," she adds, when Sam and Sebastian don't laugh.

Sam shakes his head. "Dick jokes aren't funny when you're the one telling them, Abby."

"If you guys help me, I won't complain about any dick jokes for the next week," Abigail promises, "and I'll let you pick what we do with the shorts after."

She's going to regret that promise – Abigail guesses the resulting prank will land them another ten hours of community service at least – but she really wants to know what happened to the Mayor's 'shorts'. Besides the arrival of the new farmer, it's probably the most interesting thing that's happened in Pelican Town all year. Even if it turns out to be nothing more than a lame fetch quest, it sure beats sitting around and watching her friends make out.

Sam and Sebastian spend the next five minutes having a whispered debate about what they'd rather do, as if Abby's not standing a foot away, and can clearly hear both of them.

"We're in," Sam agrees, and Sebastian nods reluctantly.

Abigail beams. "Excellent. We're starting now."

"Starting where, exactly?" Sebastian asks.

She considers their possible options. "We could try the spa, maybe?" she suggests. "Where else would he be taking off his pants?"

"That makes sense," Sam agrees. He glances up at his clock. "We should go now, before Vince gets back with my mom; if he asks to tag along my mom's gonna make us bring him." Sam stands up from his bed, then nudges Sebastian's knee. "Come on, let's find you a proper jacket."

Abigail smirks. "I bet one of Jodi's will fit."

"Oh fuck off," Sebastian replies. "I don't need a jacket, I don't get cold."