As the entered the shop together, Jessica beamed and Cheryl, coming out from the bedroom, glared when she saw that they were arm in arm. Jessica, pretending to not see that they were linked, walked up and greeted them happily. "Did you catch the lamb then, Ash?" she asked sternly, giving a wide smile to Lillian. Ash grinned and shook his head. "No, but Lillian did. She has a real way with animals," he gave her a look that had her blushing all over again. Sliding her arm out of Ash's (much to his and his mother's disappointment) she bashfully shook her head. "I just like animals, that's all." Cheryl, not liking the way Ash's eyes were following Lillian's every movement, chose that moment to pounce on her brother. "Ash guess what!" she said, running up to him and clinging to his leg. Ash bent down to look at her with a smile. "Yeah, Cheryl?" Cheryl grinned and opened her hands, a giant cricket in them. "I caught you a bug!" Then, to everyone's surprise, she flung it at Lillian saying, "Look Lilly, look at the bug!" Ash's eyes widened as he watched the cricket land on Lillian's skirt, and Cheryl smirked, sure that Lillian would panic. To Cheryl's disappointment, Lillian picked the bug up gently and handed it back to her. "It's a very large cricket, Cheryl," she said, smiling at her proudly. "How did you manage to catch it? You must be very talented." Cheryl turned bright red at the compliment but continued to frown as she took back her bug. Unhappily, she turned to Ash and handed him the bug, then stalked out, still throwing daggers at Lillian with her eyes. While Jessica hurried off to the kitchen to finish making dinner, Lillian frowned and turned to Ash. "I wonder what's wrong with Cheryl. Normally we get along so well, but lately she's been acting like she doesn't like me at all." Lillian looked so sad that Ash couldn't stand it anymore. "Come on, let's go to the barn and play with the animals," he said, grabbing her by the wrist and tugging her along.

While the cows and sheep ate their meal for the day, Lillian and Ash climbed up to the hay barn and sat staring out the window at the town. Ash noticed that despite the fact that she had been smiling before, she looked sad again. Scooting closer, he bumped her shoulder with his and got her attention. "Come on dear, tell old Ash what's wrong now," he said in a poor imitation of Howard. Lillian laughed, then leaned her head against his shoulder casually, not realizing that Ash's face went red as she did so. "I guess I'm just upset because Cheryl doesn't seem to like me, and for the life of me I can't figure out why. Before this we had so much fun together, but now every time I see her she gives me the death stare and walks off." Ash had a sinking suspicion of what it was, but decided it would be best not to tell her. "Well…" he said, scratching his head, "I wouldn't worry about it too much if I were you. Sometimes she just…she just gets in these moods sometimes, that's all." Lillian looked up at him earnestly with her big violet eyes, and said, "Really?" Blushing so hard he began to heat up, Ash looked away and covered his cheeks with his arm. "Really, really." Then, on impulse, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. "Ah, Ash!" she said blushing, not sure of what was going on. "I'm going to hug you until you cheer up!" he proclaimed, hugging her even tighter when she protested that she was just fine. Her protestations turned into struggles, and eventually it ended up as a tickle fight. By the time the two were finished, they were worn out, laying in the hay laughing and out of breath. "You're so silly, Ash," Lillian wheezed, staring at the ceiling of the barn. Ash, deciding now was as good a time as any to act on some of his feelings, rolled over so that he was laying on his side but facing her, one arm thrown across her stomach. "Ash?" she said, confused but blushing. Grabbing her, he pressed her face into shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Not as silly as you, Lillian." They lay there like that before Lillian poked him, and the tickle fight started all over again.

Later that day, as Lillian waved good-bye and headed home, Ash set out to find his sister, who had avoided the happy duo the whole day. After searching her favorite haunts, he found her curled up in the corner of the hayloft pouting. "Awful lonely up here you know," he said, leaning back and looked at her. Cheryl turned on him ferociously, "Well if it's so lonely why don't you go hang out with Lilly, huh?" Her eyes widened as she realized her outburst, then she quickly turned around and pouted again. Ash, having confirmed what was bothering her, grabbed her and against her protests pulled her into his lap. "Cheryl," he began gently, and she looked up at him, tears of frustration in her eyes. "What's wrong with Lillian, hmm? I thought you liked her!" Sniffling, Cheryl carelessly wiped her face with her skirt. "I do." She mumbled, and Ash pulled at her cheeks. "Well then why are you throwing things at her and glaring at her every time she comes around? I may be no genius," and here he made a face of extreme concentration that made Cheryl giggle through her tears, "but you don't do those things to me, or Cam, or any of your other friends and you all like them, don't you?" Cheryl sighed, then pouted again. "Well…I don't like the way you look at her. It's weird." Ash blushed at this and said, "The way I look at her?" Cheryl kept talking, unaware that as she described this 'look' her brother grew even more red in the face. "It's like every time you see her you get this big, goofy grin on your face, and then sometimes when you two are talking and she's laughing and smiling you're eyes go all soft and you stare at her a lot and today you had your arm with hers!" Ash laughed awkwardly and waved his hand furiously at Cheryl, denying everything. "No, no, you're just imagining things, Cheryl. We're just really good friends…but um…what if I did like her?" Cheryl glowered. "I'd only approve if I thought that she can make you really happy like me and mom do!" While Cheryl sat on his lap and muttered to herself, Ash leaned back and stared out the window. Looks like this is going to be harder than I thought, he said to himself, then looked over at Cam's shop, where the florist was putting finishing touches on the bouquets he planned to sell the next day.

Lillian had chosen to go up to the Harvest Goddess's spring the next morning. Crossing her legs as she sat down, she stared hard at the water. Then, in a manner that would have had anyone laughing, clapped her hands together solemnly and bowed at the water. "Oh great and power Harvest Goddess," she intoned, attempting to make her soft, melodic like voice deeper, "Please answer my call!" Chanting strange, nonsensical words, she threw a blue magic flower in and waved her arms theatrically in the air. This continued on for several minutes, and probably would have gone on a lot longer had a shimmery voice not said, "You know, you could've just put the flower in the water and asked like a normal person." Surprised, Lillian swerved and saw a beautiful woman with green hair and a flowing outfit. The woman laughed and stepped closer. "Hello, Lillian," she said, her voice echoing gently around the spring. When Lillian continued to stare, the woman lost her elegant attitude and gained that of a teenager. "Don't give me such a blank look when you were the one prancing around like a dolt," she said, sliding onto the grass to sit down next to her. "I'm the Harvest Goddess. And you're Lillian. And you called for me, which is convenient enough I suppose, considering I was getting ready to call on you." Lillian swallowed and said, "You're real?" The Harvest Goddess snorted at this thought. "Of course I'm real, silly. And like I said, I was getting ready to call on you anyways, so thanks for coming up to my spring. Saves me the trouble of having to travel to you." Shocked, Lillian stared at the woman, who was picking at her nails. "You were going to CALL on me? Why?" Looking at Lillian, the Harvest Goddess sighed. "I figured, if anyone could help me with this little town problem…why it would be YOU, Lillian. Ever since you're arrival I've noticed something's changed between the towns. And you're the cause of it. Sure, your cute older brother has helped some, but he can't cook to save his life and cooking," here the Harvest Goddess pointed at Lillian with her well-manicured hands, "is what's going to bring these two towns back together. You're good at what you do. And the more you win, the more the mayors and the other townspeople realize that even though you're claiming to belong to one town, you interact with the other town and get along just fine. By being good at cooking yet not rubbing it in the other town's face and taking on silly titles as part of a team, you're going to slowly help the mayors realize that this whole feud is stupid beyond belief. It was stupid enough two hundred years ago-it's even stupider today, now that I look back on things. Of course, you'll have to be friendly and convince the towns that interacting again wouldn't be so bad, but I know you can do it." Having said all this, the Harvest Goddess gave a satisfied nod and looked at Lillian, who still looked a bit shaken at all this news. "You mean…you really think I can bring them all back together again?" she squeaked, and the Harvest Goddess laughed, rising to her feet as she did so. "Silly girl, I'm the Harvest Goddess. I know you can do it, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen you, let alone appeared to you. Well, I guess I'll leave it to you. Bye now." Before Lillian could even wave, the Harvest Goddess was gone, leaving only a trail of flowers in her wake.

Somehow Lillian got home without any problems, and as she finished getting her animals into the barn she sat down in her pasture, mulling over what had just happened that day. As she sat in the grass, a familiar voice shouted at her from a distance, and she looked up to see her brother waving at her happily, his own pony looking no worse for the journey over the mountain.