Author's Note: Okay, I'm hungry, there's no rice, I have no idea what our 'ulam' is, but I know it's something I don't like. Brain's not functioning well because of hunger. Dang.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its characters… YEAH YEAH, BLAH.

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GRAIRE

A-zure

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Ann listed the food she ordered and retreated back to the kitchen.

"Finally taking a break, Claire?"

"Yeah," she turned to the red-headed man on the counter. "Life on the farm is sure hard work."

"I wouldn't know." Doug laughed.

Out of the blue, a boy was sitting in front of her, placing his cap on the table. "Can I sit here?"

"You already are."

Ann came back with Claire's food: A Caesar Salad and Cheese Macaroni, for the drink, a glass of Mountain Fizz, and Chocolate Milkshake for desert.

Gray jeered at the woman's choice of food. "Seriously, you're going to gain a lot of weight if you keep eating those."

Her eye twitched, putting down the fork. "You—" she paused, recalling that they are enemies no more. "Thank you for pointing that out, Gray."

"Wait," Ann interjected, clearly confused, "no yelling? No witty banter?" she was gaping. "Is it the apocalypse already?"

Claire chuckled and calmed down the woman. "Gray and I had a truce," she explained. "We realized that fighting is for children. We're adults, for crying out loud."

"Immature adults."

The blonde glared at the red-head. "Don't you have orders to fetch?"

"Oh, speaking of that," Gray intervened. "Give me a plate of baked corn and a glass of grape juice."

"Would it kill you to say please?"

With that, she went to the kitchen. Claire giggled at Ann's pun, which earned a 'hmph' from the man.

"So…" she started, "are your eyes azure?"

"What?"

"I was asking you if your eyes are sky blue."

Gray looked at her weirdly. "My eyes are blue," he replied, "and that was very random."

"I know…" she smiled sheepishly, "but I think your eyes are azure."

"They're blue, I tell you," he said, glaring at her. "I'm the one who has them."

"Jeez, calm down. It was just an opinion." She frowned, sipping her drink. "You have anger issues, really."

"I-I do?"

She took a bite on the vegetable. "Yeah." She pointed her fork towards him. "You take things way too seriously."

"I don't!" he bellowed.

"Lower your voice, please." They looked at Ann, who was carrying Gray's food. "Here's your order, Gray." She placed the food on the table. "I heard what you two were talking about," she said. "Claire's right. You take things too seriously."

He paid her, biting his baked corn. "Okay, I get it. I'll try to calm myself down next time."

The girls rolled their eyes and Ann walked away.

"I still think you're eyes are azure."

"What is your deal?"

"Wow." She clapped her hands. "You were completely calm when you said that. Congratulations."

"So that was a test?"

"Maybe."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "They're blue."

"But they're azure to me."

He sighed, giving up. "Suit yourself."

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Oh, yes, I just had to HAVE a writer's block NOW. POOP. CRAP. Stupid GHI (an Adventist who watches that show… Tsk. Tsk.). Grr…

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