Some of you might have noticed that I left the last line from the last chapter without a "voice". That's mostly because that's the way both of them felt. So no matter who you think that worded it, the feeling is mutual. I just thought I'd say that so those of you who read it as one of them could read as the other too.

Just to be safe, I do not own ANY of the characters in this.
Also, any similarities with real life facts are mere coincidence.

It was the last friday of Fall and, to Cam's relief and horror, the last cooking contest of the season too. It was a relief because it would be the last of the season and he would be able to enjoy his free days in peace again. And the horror was for the mere fact that it was the dessert category. But just this time he wanted to go and watch. So he woke up early and prepared his best clothes, took a quick shower and even put on some perfume before heading to Lilian's farm with a package under his arm. The place was deserted when he arrived so he just knocked on the door. When Lilian got to the door he couldn't help but to hold his laugh. Her hair was all tangled and she was rubbing her eyes. Obviously she had just woke up.
"Good morning," she said slowly. "Want some coffee? I have milk too," she invited, opening the door. "Come on in."
"Just some milk will be fine," he told her, closing the door behind him.
She nodded and went to the kitchen to get the milk while Cam looked around. It wasn't the first time he came to her house but he'd always feel a bit weird coming all by himself. This time Cam noticed that Lilians bed was bigger. It surely was a couple's bed.
"Is this new, Lilian?" He asked.
"Yeah," she replied nonchalantly. "Eileen made it for me, she's pretty good with buildings, you know."
After saying that Lilian poured some milk in a cup for him and started to comb her hair. Cam just ignored the milk, keeping his eyes on Lilian.
"Are you going to participate on the cooking contest today?" He managed to ask, still mesmerized.
"I don't know, I don't think I have enough ingredients. But we could go and watch it if you want to."
He nodded and finally drank the milk in front of him, just then noticing that she had prepared a french toast as well.
"What is it? You don't like french toast?" She asked, coming and taking a bite of it while he was still holding it and inspecting it. Cam's cheeks got all red from that.
"Hey, that's my toast," he said, pretending to be offended.
Lillian just giggled and continued to get ready. And Cam devoured the toast, trying to avoid thinking about the last night.
"So, what's the package under your arm? Or is that some kind of secret?" She asked.
Just then Cam remembered about the package and, as nonchalantly as he managed to do it, he handed it over.
"It's a gift. I bought for you the last time I went to the city."
"Is it okay to open it now?" She asked, obviously excited about it.
"Sure. But it will be more useful when winter is here."
When Lilian saw what the gift was she started to put them on already. The beret and the gloves fit perfectly and she rubbed her hands inside the gloves.
"Thank you. How did you get the right size?" She asked.
Cam couldn't answer. He thought it'd sound too bold of him if he simply said that her sizes were burnt on his mind because all he could think about lately was her. Instead, he took her hands and looked at her.
"I have something I want to tell you."
"I'm listening," she said, but he shook his head.
"Now isn't the right time. On the next friday my free days will be back. Then, and only then, I will tell you."

Cam didn't know how he managed to postpone his confession, but it sounded as something good enough to be done. He wanted to enjoy the last days of fall with the girl he loved. What if she refused him?
"That won't happen, you idiot," he thought to himself. "Didn't she already say that she loves you?"
He knew that pretty well, but he was still lacking the courage. On the way to the mountain summit they talked about the weather and the desserts. Lilian seemed to really like them and Cam wondered if she'd make him eat them too if they married. Somehow thinking about a future with Lilian sounded so normal that he couldn't keep his thoughts from going towards that way. They watched as people from Konohana showed up as well as people from Bluebell. The mayors still hissed at each other, like a cat and a dog, eternal enemies. Philip entered the contest and made Cam wonder what kind of candy he knew that had green for a color. He shrugged it off after they announced the results and Bluebell won. Not that he didn't expect that, since Howard was there.
"Congratulations Howard," Philip greeted him before patting Lilian and nodding to Cam. "Lil, you should go back to Konohana with me. You left your horse there after all. I suppose you could leave it there another day but..."
"It is okay," she cut him. "It must be missing me after all. Cam, do you mind if I go with Philip to Konohana? We can talk later."
"Sure, no problem. Go ahead."
Cam watched as Lilian mounted the horse with Philip and as they went down the mountain. He didn't have much to do so he just stayed behind, watching everyone leave. He even offered some help to take things down. Surprisingly enough, even though the two mayors always fought in front of everyone, they cooperated a lot to clear the place. It was pretty nice to see, and Cam wondered if there was something he could do to help patch things up between the two of them.

When the place was deserted the sun was already setting and Cam decided to watch it. It was then that he felt something inside his pockets and, inspecting it, he noticed it was the gold coin Rose gave him. There was the Goddess pond close by and he thought that, just like a wishing well, he'd try to make a wish. So he tossed the coin inside and closed his eyes, making a prayer.
"Oh Harvest Goddess, please give me courage to tell Lilian how I feel about her."
After that he opened his eyes and started walking down back to Bluebell. A green haired woman with light clothes came out of the pond, rubbing the top of her head with a hand and with a coin on the other.
"It is pretty rude to toss coins in the Goddess pond," she said. "But I will listen to your request, flower boy."

In the blink of an eye it was monday again. Cam and Nina were taking the route to visit Zephyr Town so they could get new seeds from Lloyd. Both were pretty excited and Cam thought it was a good chance to ask Nina about Nana without making her angry.
"You never told me you have a sister," he said. "And she has the same pink hair as you do. That is pretty hard to find."
"The pink hair is a mark that all the girls inside our family have. That's why it is so rare," she answered, without mentioning Nana.
"Now that I think about it, I lived with you since I was a kid and never saw a picture of your family," he pondered. "Is there something wrong with it?"
"Not really," she said, trying to push the subject away. But Cam insisted enough to the point of pissing her off and she decided to tell him at least a bit.
"Nana and I are twins. We did pretty much everything together. Even when we fell in love, it would be for the same guy. One might think this is funny but, in fact, it is not. Nana is the most talkative and cheerful from the two of us, so she'd always have an easy time getting the boys. That was until I met Gregory."
"Wasn't Gregory your deceased husband?" Cam asked, surprised.
"Yes, that's right. She tried pretty hard but in the end, he did choose me. We married and lived together until the day he died. But Nana couldn't accept it, so she moved away saying she would never come back. It was really a surprise to see her back."
"Maybe she wants to be friends again," Cam said, merrily.
"That might be, but I wouldn't be so certain about it," she replied with a serious expression that made Cam worry.

"Here are the seeds for winter. It was pretty handy that the last day of the month would be a monday, don't you think?" Lloyd asked with a smile.
"Yes, that sure is. Well, here is the payment for the seeds. Wish me good luck," Cam asked.
"Good luck," Lloyd said. "And don't forget to order the seeds for spring. I have a variety that I'm sure you'll like."
Cam avoided mentioning Nana on the way back but there was something else he needed to discuss with his master.
"It is about the bouquet contest. I wanted to go back to it," he confessed.
"I thought you'd say that when you asked me to go with you to watch it. You've been always in the contest so you never had the chance to watch it as a mere spectator. How did you feel then?"
"Bad," he confessed. "I still think my bouquets were better than most of the bouquets people showed in there," he complained.
"Most, you said. Then there was a bouquet you thought was better than then all. Let me guess: Nana's?"
"Not really," he shook his head. "In fact, there was an old man in there with a very delicate bouquet. Even though it had pretty simple flowers, for me, it was the most beautiful from them all."
"That's because he put his feelings in it," she said, and when Cam looked at her with skeptical eyes she laughed. "What? Just because I wasn't the one who made it doesn't mean that I can't sense those things. You must feel them too if you managed to pick it as your favorite. You're right, his bouquet was filled with love but it didn't have much technique. And that is exactly what you're missing too, my dear student."