A/N: I hate this story.

Disclaimer: You know the routine.

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"So what do you think the girls are doing now?" Asked the Hero of Winds, laying back in the grass and looking up at the stars.

"They're probably eating some home-made ice cream and talking about us behind our backs," The Hero of Time stated, roasting a fish over the small campfire he had made.

"Talking about us how?" The Hero of Winds sat up and looked at his companion warily.

"Oh, you know. How good we are at kissing, cute stuff that we've said to them...The usual stuff," Link frowned as the fish slipped off the stick and into the fire, effectively putting it out.

"How good we are at...?" Link's eyes widened as he trailed off. "Why?!?" He asked after a long pause.

Link looked over at him. "Because they're girls." He rolled his eyes and proceeded to cook his fish over a lit arrow.

The Hero of Winds frowned and pondered this. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He was grateful that he hadn't kissed Tetra at all. Then he remembered the time he had been washed overboard, and Tetra had had to give him mouth to mouth. He had woken up a few moments after she started, and waited for about a minute before pretending to come to. And then there was that time that she had walked in on him right after he had gotten out of the shower. He blushed crimson and hid his face in his hands. He groaned quietly in embarrassment.

The Hero of Time looked up from his now-cooked fish. "What?" He asked flatly.

"I was just thinking about the past..." Link said. "I have realized, that I am thoroughly screwed,"

"She walked in on you right after you got out of the shower?"

Link sat bolt upright. "H-How did you know that?!?"

"So I was right? Cool..."

Link glared at the Hero of Time. "I hate you,"

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Far away, in the Desert Colossus, a lone figure, clad in a black hooded cloak, made its way across the dunes. It looked around warily, making sure it wasn't followed. Then it walked forward three paces and fell into a hole. After it had regained its bearings, it walked forward, where two guards stood. The figure pulled off its hood.

"Welcome back, Livia. We hope your mission was successful?" one of the guards spoke.

"It went excellently. Send Menes into my room in exactly three minutes," Livia sounded bored. She glanced at the guard with her cold green eyes. "And if you don't send me Menes this time, I'll see to it that you're tortured, got it?"

The guard gulped. "Yes, ma'am,"

"Good," Livia smirked cruelly.

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A/N: So you have Maggie to thank for this one. Had she not said that she liked this story, I probably would have forgotten about it. I hope you liked it, and I KNOW IT'S SHORT!!!! FORGIVE ME!! Here! Have some cookies! --flings Link-shaped cookies at crowd--