Something had changed. Nick could sense it. Ever since their time at the waterfall, Judy was less hostile towards him, which was a relief. He'd never gotten that ink stain out of his pants, which was definitely difficult to explain to his mother, not to mention just annoying.

When her siblings asked him to share stories of his travels, he noticed that Judy, rather than throw him a dirty glare, would turn her ears in his direction, though her physical demeanor still feigned disinterest. When he cracked a joke under his breath during lessons, she was more likely to snort into her paws, instead of kicking him in the shins. This was probably the best development so far, because if there was one thing Judy could do well, it was kick. Hard.

He was happy that they were getting along better. The more time that passed, the more he started to see her not as a pipsqueak kit, but a fully-grown, confident young bunny. A bunny that was far more tolerable than he remembered, a bunny that he could actually sit down with and have a coherent conversation with. A bunny that he liked.

Not liked liked. No, no, no. The idea of marrying her, no matter how hard he willed himself to feel otherwise, was still unsavory. While an amiable relationship was beginning to bud between the two (at least, that's what he hoped was happening), he still felt no romantic affections towards the bunny. All his life, he'd only found himself romantically attracted to vixens, and as far as he knew, that hadn't changed yet. Which was fine. Their situation could be worse. Inky and kicky worse.

As Nick saw it, if they were going to be forced to marry, at least they could be friends. Hopefully.

He was stewing all of this over one afternoon, debating whether or not he should express any of this to her. The two were in the study, waiting for Miss Hufflethump to arrive for their lessons. Judy was seated beside him, fidgeting with the piece of parchment paper in front of her, attempting to fold it in several directions.

Nick cocked an eyebrow as he eyed her. "Whatcha up to, Fluff?"

Judy glanced at him before smiling sheepishly. "I…uh…it's nothing," she answered quickly, smoothing out the parchment in front of her.

"Didn't look like nothing."

"Well, that's what it was!" Judy claimed defensively, voice rising several octaves. "I'm just…bored! Yes! I'm bored from waiting for Miss Hufflethump to get here."

Nick gave a long, heavy sigh as if he'd been arguing with Judy for two hours instead of two seconds. "You're such a bad liar, Fluff. It's adorable."

"I am not!"

"You so are."

"I'm not adorable! …Or a bad liar."

"Just remind me to never commit any crimes with ya', Carrots," Nick said dryly, giving her a wry grin. "At your rate, the constables would be on us within minutes."

For a moment, he saw a flash of some unknown emotion flicker across her face, and she looked away from him, ears slumping against her back. She was upset about something. But what? Why? Had he touched a nerve? He was just kidding around…

"So…uh…," Nick continued, clearing his throat, "What were you doing with that paper? For real, this time."

Judy glanced at him before reluctantly speaking. "I was trying to…mukkappercne."

Nick frowned and leaned closer. "You're gonna have to speak up, Fluff — my ears aren't as big as yours."

"I was trying to make a paper crane!" Judy repeated loudly, voice sounding torn between laughter and annoyance.

"Ah hah," Nick smirked, leaning back in his chair. "So my skills do impress you."

"No!" Judy insisted, voice rising again. He noticed that her nose twitched when she was lying, a useful bit of information he would have to store away for if he was ever to play cards with her.

"C'mere," Nick motioned, beckoning her to lean closer, pay attention. He took the piece of parchment from her and walked her through the assembly of a crane, step-by-step. Once, mid-teach, he stopped to look up at her and caught sight of her wide, violet eyes, saw them move with every turn and press of his paws. She was completely focused, totally engrossed in learning every step.

It was cute.

"And there ya' have it!" Nick finished, turning his attention back to his now finished paper crane. "One parchment bird, courtesy of Nick Wilde."

Judy rolled her eyes but smiled. "Show-off."

"You asked, Fluff!"

"I never asked you to show me!"

"Not verbally," Nick admitted, "but your eyes!"

Judy blinked at him coyly, teasingly. "What about my eyes?"

Nick suddenly felt a wave of…something brush over him. His fur bristled and he felt his stomach flip. Nausea, probably, he reminded himself. That carrot omelet he'd had this morning was all kinds of weird. "Well, they give everything away. They're your tell."

"My tell?"

"A way for someone to tell when you're lying," He explained.

Judy snorted. "So I should just close my eyes every time I lie?"

"Yup."

Judy burst out laughing, no doubt picturing how ridiculous that would look. "You're so dumb!" She giggled, paws fiddling with the paper crane he'd made her.

Nick felt that weird sensation again, listening to her laugh. Stupid omelet. "Says the bunny."

Judy nudged him just as Miss Hufflethump entered the room, causing both the bunny and fox to straighten in their seats. As she prepared her lesson materials at the front of the room, Nick's mind returned to where it'd been earlier today, about marrying as friends. He wasn't sure what she was feeling, but maybe this was something that they should discuss. Not that he was one to talk about his feelings, ever. But if they were going to spend the rest of their lives together…

"Hey, Fluff?" Nick muttered, causing her to turn to him.

"Yes?" She whispered back.

"Can we…uh…I wanted to ask you if—"

"Let's begin!" Miss Hufflethump said loudly, cutting off the fox mid-sentence.

Judy gave him an apologetic look and turned her attention to the front of the room.

"We've spent the past months talking about social matters," the elder bunny said, pushing her glasses up with a lace-gloved paw. "But now, I think it's time we moved onto more interpersonal, intimate matters."

Nick felt himself freeze. Wait a minute.

"Now, one of the most important components to running a successful household is to produce many heirs!" Miss Hufflethump began.

Nick heard Judy's breath catch in her throat, felt her fidget in her seat.

No. Nope. Nick wasn't here right now. This wasn't happening. Not with Judy seated literal INCHES away from him.

If Nick wasn't blushing enough already, his cheeks nearly lit on fire once the elder bunny started drawing diagrams on the blackboard.

Yes. Diagrams.

As if that wasn't enough, their instructor went on to describe exactly how the betrothed couple would go about following these diagrams, so that they could produce as many heirs as possible, all in far more graphic, scientific detail than Nick ever wanted to hear in his life.

"Now there's never been a fox and bunny couple in recorded history, at least not that we know of," Miss Hufflethump concluded, turning took look back at their slack-jawed faces, "So your coupling will be quite experimental!"

"Experimental?" Judy croaked, voice sounding hoarse.

"Yes, my dear! Since the odds aren't necessarily in your favor, you two will have to try to procreate vigorously!"

Nick and Judy didn't make eye contact for the rest of the day.

By far, late-summer was Judy's favorite time of year for one, slightly predictable reason: it was carrot season. Nick could tease her all he wanted, but carrot season was exciting. The brown fields of Bunnyburrow, still faded from the summer heat, had begun to sprout little sprigs of green carrot tops. The blueberries patches were bright arrays of indigo and leafy greens, and the apple trees glistened with their ruby fruits in the warm summer sun.

To celebrate the upcoming plentiful Bunnyburrow harvest, the newly annual Carrot Days festival was to be held. It was the biggest thing to happen in Bunnyburrow since the Unity Proclamation (which wasn't saying much, since those two events were the only big things to happen in Bunnyburrow). Mammals from all over the land of Zootopia would travel to Bunnyburrow for lively games, delicious foods, and jovial entertainment. Last year, Judy had met mammals from all walks of life, and from all parts of Zootopia. Some had even traveled all the way from Tundra Town and Sahara Square, just for the festival. It was almost as exciting as Christmas. Maybe even a little more so.

That was why when August rolled around, Judy completely devoted herself to planning for Carrot Days. She helped the artists design the banners, she organized the layout of the food stands, she made a schedule of all the entertainers' performances, she did the calculations for how many blueberry pies would be needed for the pie-eating contest…

Needless to say, she was one busy bunny. If she wasn't in lessons with Hufflethump and Nick, she was doing something for the festival. Anything, no matter how big or small. She wanted it all to be perfect.

"You're overworking yourself, Jude," her father lamented one evening over dinner. "Why don't cha leave it to the help to do that kind of running around?"

"It is a little strange for a lady to do those kinds of things," her mother agreed, "You should be planning what you'll wear! The tailor is designing such lovely dresses for all your sisters…"

"That stuff is boring!" Judy huffed, poking at her carrots with a fork, "I like being active in the celebration! I want to actually make a difference!"

"Judith—"

"I happen to think Carro—Judy is doing a great job," Nick said suddenly, causing her parents to look over at him in surprise. Throughout the whole dinner, he'd been rather quiet, observing the conversation with a passive indifference, choosing to let his mother chat up the rest of the Hopps family. But now that he was speaking, he had everyone's undivided attention. "I mean, did you see the banners she designed? They're amazing. We're talking real high-quality banners here — the best I've ever seen, honestly."

Some of Judy's siblings snorted into their paws, trying to stifle their giggles. Even Lady Hopps couldn't help but crack a smile at Nick's wry quips. Judy's father mumbled surly comments under his breath, but relented, evidently deciding it wasn't worth an argument.

Judy beamed happily, thankful that she wasn't going to receive yet another lecture on how she wasn't the perfect lady-in-training. All thanks to…Nick?

The bunny took a tentative glance upwards and across the table, making eye contact with Nick for a single moment, and exchanging a smile for even less time than that. And in that single second of mutual solidarity, Judy couldn't deny that it felt…nice.

Really nice.

After dinner, Judy retreated to the orchards. The sun was still on the cusp of setting, leaving the sky a bright orange and pink hue. She'd been hard at work picking blueberries earlier that day when dinner time had interrupted her. Now, she was free to finish without any interruptions. At least she was, until…

"Hiya, Carrots!"

Judy didn't even have to look to know who had followed her. "What do you want, Nick?" She asked, not turning to face him. She was too busy counting how many baskets of blueberries she had filled.

"I don't have to want something to talk to you, Judith," Nick smirked, letting every last syllable of her full name fall off his tongue. "I just thought I might help you out with…what exactly is it that you're doing?"

Judy turned to eye him over her shoulder. "Carrot Days is only 3 days away! These blueberries need to be delivered to the bakers in town. I was helping the staff pick some earlier, and now they just left them out here! They need to be loaded onto the carriages so they're ready to be delivered tomorrow morning!"

Nick raised an eyebrow. "And this is your responsibility because…?"

"Because if I don't help it won't get done!" Judy insisted, pointing to the baskets of blueberries around her feet, so as to further emphasize her point. "This festival has to go perfectly!"

"Right…" Nick replied, sounding unconvinced. He walked over to the nearest bush and plucked a pawful of blueberries off, tossing them one by one into his mouth. 'So what exactly is this Carrot Days thing?" He asked, mouth full of fruit.

"It's a festival!" Judy replied. She had to stop herself from chastising him for eating potential pie ingredients. "To celebrate Bunnyburrow's harvests!"

"I don't remember it."

"That's because it's new, my family came up with the idea 3 years ago. Now it's an annual tradition."

"And your latest obsession."

"I'm not obsessed!" Judy exclaimed, voice getting all high-pitched again. She hated when that happened. "I'm not," she repeated, voice more controlled this time.

"Well, it's all you've been talking about for the past couple days."

"No!"

"Oh, you're right, sorry. I meant to say weeks."

Judy rolled her eyes. "I just want it to go well, alright? It's such an amazing festival…and it's one of the only 'unladylike' things my parents will let me do."

"Ah hah! There it is!" Nick smiled, pointing a finger at her. "While most teenagers act out by sneaking rum or egging buildings, you rebel by carting buckets of blueberries around. It all makes sense now."

Judy felt her cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. "Shut up!" She huffed, unable to stop herself from smiling. "You're so dumb."

The two exchanged a light laugh that quickly died down into an awkward silence. Judy found herself staring at her feet, wondering what to say next. This was certainly different, as in the past, every moment between them had been charged with bickering and resentment.

Thankfully, the awkwardness didn't last long, as Nick chose to break the silence. "Actually, there is something specific I came out here to talk about," he said slowly, not quite looking at her.

"Oh?" Judy questioned, "And what is that?"

Nick shuffled his feet in place for a moment. Judy could practically hear him turning over his words in his head, carefully picking out and arranging his sentences. "Listen, Fluff," the fox said slowly, carefully. "I know you're not thrilled about the whole being-forced-to-marry-me thing. I know I'm not. But we don't have to make it harder on ourselves."

Judy eyed him cautiously. "What are you suggesting?"

Nick paused again. Judy couldn't help but notice that his already orange fur looked especially fiery in the glow of the sunset. "I wanna be friends."

"Friends?"

"Yeah, ya' know, that kind of relationship where people mutually like each other?" A smirk grew on his face as his voice settled into his usual confident, couldn't-care-less tone. "I guess I can't really expect you to understand what a friend is, considering you don't— "

"Shut up!" Judy leaned forward and gave him a light punch in the arm before he could finish his jab. "I have friends, dumb fox."

"The point is," Nick smiled, rubbing at his arm slightly, "Even though we're not in love, I think we could still try to view this whole wedding title as just that: a title. It doesn't mean we should try to force ourselves to feel things that we don't."

Judy mulled over his words, not quite sure how to feel. It was true that she didn't have any romantic feelings towards Nick, at least, not that she thought. She'd always thought that she'd just have to force the feelings out of her, just like she was forced to do everything else asked of her. It never occurred to her that there was another option.

"So…you're suggesting…what are you suggesting, exactly?" Judy frowned. Her head was starting to hurt.

"That we can be pleasant to each other! If we're going to be stuck together for the rest of our lives, at least we can be stuck together as friends."

Judy's eyes widened.

"Not like that!" Nick insisted, raising his paws and flushing even redder. "This has nothing to do with…heirs, or anything like that. I don't know what we're going to do about that. But I just want us to be friends! If I can't marry someone I love, at least I could marry someone that I can at least hang out with, and talk with. Someone to have fun with."

Judy hesitated. The idea held up so many complications — what were they going to do about heirs? And would this mean they would see other people in secret? Judy didn't think she wanted to do that. The idea of Nick doing that bugged her on a deeper level. And what about their parents? They would still expect her and Nick to be a perfectly in love couple. That love would find them and they'd live happily ever after. But if it never did, then what? Wouldn't they find out? Would it even matter, at this point?

All the questions and worries made Judy's head hurt, and yet, when she took a moment to take a deep breath, it wasn't that complicated at all. Nick was simply extending an olive branch, trying to call a truce and make the best of a difficult situation.

And if the choice was marrying a friend or marrying someone she refused to have any feelings for, Judy definitely would choose the former.

"So whaddya say?" Nick asked, holding out his paw to her. "Friends?"

Judy nodded and smiled, grasping his paw and shaking it. "Friends."

Nick gave her a smile, one of the few (but increasingly frequent), genuine smiles. Judy returned the affection, pulling away only when she felt her gut flip in her stomach, for some reason. "So, uh, can you help me carry these baskets to the carriages?" Judy asked, turning her focus back to the blueberries. "I don't think they should be left out here all night."

"Nah, I think you've got it pretty much covered," Nick replied casually, slipping his paws into his pockets. "Besides, you're so good at carrying things all on your own. I wouldn't want to come between you and your natural, God-given talent, now would I?"

Judy gave him a look.

"Alright, alright, if you insist," Nick sighed, bending down to pick up a basket. He winced under the weight, eyeing Judy incredulously as she lifted hers with ease. "Anything for my bunny wifey."

"I'm not your wifey."

"Future wifey."

Judy flicked a blueberry at his head.