Author's Note: So apparently the first time wasn't a fluke (see my story, Orange Cake) and you can get fourth heart gifts after marriage. Insert resulting story below.

"Uh oh." Please. Not again, She begged, not again.

"Hey!"

"Um, hi, Owen. What's up?" Angela asked cautiously, leaning against her front door and crossing her arms.

Owen grinned the same grin he'd worn at his wedding. That she'd attended.

"Um… I found a pretty stone." He began, pulling something from his pocket.

Angela chuckled nervously. "Well, that's… nice. Is it for Kathy?"

"I thought it'd look good on you." For some reason, Angela got the idea that he wasn't listening to her. The whole situation felt familiar somehow.

"Hm. You know, Owen, I think this goes a little beyond drinking buddies. It sorta feels like courtship."

"Will you take it?" He asked.

"Owen. You realize that Kathy is my closest friend, right? Like, I'm-the-one-who-got-you-guys-together-because-she- came-to-me-for-advice close? And can I just mention really quick how you two are happy together with a great son named Roy?"

"I was going to have an accessory made, but I wasn't sure what you'd like."

"That's okay. My wedding ring is the only accessory I'll ever need. It's on my finger right now, believe it or not."

Owen said nothing, but held out a ruby expectantly.

"Fine. I'll take it but—"

Owen shoved the ruby into her arms and laughed the sort of booming laugh that comes from deep within the gut.

"Heh, glad you like it! See you around!" The pre-pubescent blush adorning his cheeks made him look more like his eight year old, rather than the self-proclaimed drinking champion of the Brass Bar.

Angela glanced at the Ruby in her hands and then at Owen's fading figure.

"I'm only going to sell this! All you accomplished here was giving me eight hundred and thirty gold!" She sucked in the breath for her next comment.

"And just so you don't get any ideas, I like my men to be physically weaker than me!"

"What was that about physically inferior men?" Came a voice from her doorway.

Angela pouted a little. "Jin. Guess what just happened. No, don't guess. I'm going to make some coffee and complain about it."

Other Author's Note: I don't know if anybody noticed this—and it is also true for Orange Cake—but I used the exact dialogue Owen—and Chase—used in the English version of the game. In other words, it's not original. I didn't come up with it on my own and guess what? I don't have any claim to Harvest Moon or any of the companies involved in getting me the game I have at home.

Also, I'm thinking about typing up a little aftermath for this one between Jin and Angela… so I guess somebody give me feedback on whether I should leave it here or add to it.

Hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge, I'm telling you to review. Subtly.