Leaving her ranch the next morning she decided to investigate the town. Now that the soil was already tilled, it took much less of her stamina to maintain. Today her goal is to acquire more seeds and till even more land for planting, though her arms were still protesting any kind of movement she could manage.

Walking straight down the path she looked around, curious as to what the island's had to offer. She realized someone was calling out but didn't recognize the name.

"Azalea!"

Who-WAIT THAT'S MY NAME!

Spinning on her heel she spotted Mirabelle standing in front of the building a door down from right of the bridge leading to her farm.

"H-Hey! Good morning!"

"I called you three times; did you have your head up in the clouds?"

She laughed wholeheartedly, and Azalea was thankful she'd brushed the incident off like that. She needed to make sure forgetting her own name wasn't going to be a habit.

"Come in, come in! I want you to meet my daughter!"

Inside Azalea was greeted by a…smell. One so bad she could actually taste it when she breathed in through her mouth.

"…Is that smoke?"

A woman who looked to be about her own age in daisy duke shorts and a short, tied top with cowboy boots came running out of the kitchen with a pan on fire.

"OUT OF THE WAY!"

Stunned and running on instinct Azalea snatched the pan from her. Ripping her bandana off of her head she dropped it on top of the fire to smother it, leaving two fairly shocked individuals staring at the smoldering pan.

Azalea looked up and a beat of silence passed between.

"You, uh, cooking fires should be smothered. Don't run with them because…the air…makes a bigger fire…"

They all stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before Mirabelle finally started laughing. After that it wasn't long before the two girls were cracking up as well.

"Julia! You could have burned down the house!"

"Oh my GODDESS I burned FRENCH BREAD and set it on fire, how sad is that?"

"How the heck did you set WET BREAD on fire?"

"Oh! Your bandana! It's burned!"

"I have more at home, it's no biggie."

The three of them degraded into giggled, Azalea still holding the cooling pan. The door to the shop opened.

They all turned to see a man walk inside the shop. Adorned in a cowboy style the man affixed his light gray-purple eyes on Azalea. Tipping his hat slightly his gray hair fluttered as the door closed behind him and he addressed Azalea.

"You're the lady running the ranch, huh? I'm Vaughn. I'll be transporting any animals you order or sell to and from the islands."

Before Azalea could say anything he'd already brushed past her and started telling Mirabelle about the shipment.

She leaned to Julia, whispering under their breath as they spoke.

"Who is that?"

"That's Vaughn. He works for my mom."

"He introduced himself and then gave me the cold shoulder."

"That's just how he is, don't let it offend you."

"How he is?"

"He's blunt as all get out and has no time for anyone. We both love him, don't get me wrong, but he can be a little hard to get along with."

"Is he your brother?"

"No, if he was he'd have gorgeous blonde hair like mine."

Julia wiggled her shoulders and shot Azalea a cheesy grin as they both stifled a laugh. Vaughn turned to look at the two of them, though "look" could translate more as "glare."

"…"

"…"

He isn't saying anything…

"…bye…"

Turning he walked down a hall and into a room in the back without another word. Mirabelle didn't apologize for his behavior, though after what Julia said to her she didn't really blame her. You can't apologize for someone's personality.

"Anyway, sorry for the interruption…and the fire. Thank you for that by the way, I wasn't expecting to step outside for two minutes and come back to my utensils in flames."

Julia laughed awkwardly, tucking away a stray hair.

"I'm uh…not a very good cook."

Azalea spent a few more minutes looking at livestock prices and just chatting in general before she decided to head out. She appreciated making a friend her own age this early in her living on the islands.

Opening the door she felt it collide with something, making her pause. Stepping out from around the door she encountered a man on the ground clutching his face.

She let the door drift closed behind her as she got down next the guy she'd just sucker punched with a giant piece of wood. She picked his glasses up off the ground and attempted to assist the pink haired man.

"Are you ok?"

"Ib fid, tink ew."

"…What?"

"Ib fid! Dow burry!"

"Er…Where do you live?"

He pointed across the way to the first house on the left. Standing him up Azalea took his arm and guided him to his abode.