Authors note:
I plan to release many tales about Patton and Lena.
Chapter 1- A Simple Excursion
Patton whistled to himself as he packed his violin into its case. He was going to the pond today! He finished packing up his violin, and moved on to grab his journals. Was this going to be the day? Was his heart finally going to surface? Eh, probably not. Chances are she will just scorn his love along with her sisters. Doesn't matter, he would go anyway! Rain or shine, he would come. And he had a treat planned for her today. He would bring food, and he would serenade her and tell her about the world above the water. He would also bring some trinkets to coax her from her watery home. He waltzed into the kitchen, and began to prepare fettuccine Alfredo.
Needless to say, it didn't work out well. A noodle fell from the ceiling and landed on his head. He sighed. He awoke early to avoid the scorn of his human companions, but the foreign concept of cooking was taking a lot longer then he had originally expected. How would Lena even eat fettuccine in the water? He would need to prepare something that you could eat wet. Something that an underwater beauty would enjoy... That was it! He leapt up from his depressed position, and bounded to the refrigerator. Suddenly, a shocked gasp was heard from outside the kitchen.
Narcissi, the cook, was standing in front of the kitchen, dismayed at what met her eyes. The kitchen was a mess! Who was going to clean this up? There were noodles stuck to the ceiling, and piles of cheese, butter, cream, and water were strewn about on the counter tops. Patton stood there in the middle of it, hand in the refrigerator, with the look of a deer caught in headlights on his face. She knew what he saw. A plump, round around the edges Tasmanian woman in an apron about to start yelling at him to respect the kitchen. And so, she started telling him off in her Tasmanian accent.
"Patton Burgess! Vhat are you do-ving?! You has to respect ze kitchen! Respect, respect, respect! I am ashamed! You has to clean zis up, do you hear me!? Vhat are you even do-ving?!" Man, she was scary. Patton froze up, but soon relaxed and grinned. He interrupted her mid-rant,"Nary! My good Tasmanian friend! Would you mind helping me cook a riveting lunch for my beautiful Lena?" His voice was over exaggerated, but not sarcastic. She narrowed her eyes at him, and clucked disappointedly," Going to ze pond? Tsk, tsk. It izn't healtzy to spend so much time with ze naiads, you know. One o' zis dayz, zey will pull you in too your watery grave!" Patton smiled. Narcissi sighed,"Vhat are ve make-ving?" Patton leaned forward, then whispered into her ear what he wanted. Narcissi smiled at him,"You are zuch a hopeless romantic, Patton Burgess." Patton smiled happily, and began to clean up the mess he had made.
Soon, the feast was complete, and an over excited Patton was practically jumping around. He got out a large basket, and they placed the food inside, along with his violin and many trinkets to interest his beauty. He waved goodbye to Narcissi, whom was scowling at him, picked up his basket, and headed out. He was going to visit his heart, whom was currently at the bottom of a pond. It was a wet place, and he didn't intend to leave it there. He picked up speed, and left the yard.