"Hey! Hey!" Virginia yelled. "The hamburgers are done. They are!" She shouted with enthusiasm. Jet blinked when they were face to face. Inches apart. "That was...quick."

"Well...you haven't let me eat for a week." Jet groaned as did his stomach. "So...will you just serve me?"

"Oh...okay then." She returned to the grill they had acquired—stole—and scooped up a patty. "Now...I'm sure I finally got it right this time...after last week's fiasco." She said shuddering as Jet did.

"Yeah...about last week...I didn't mean to throw up on you." Jet said with a blush. "It wasn't my fault. It was the salmonella poisoning."

"I still don't know how I ended up feeding you that hamburger. How come it was only yours anyway? And...isn't salmonella only subject to poultry?" She wondered with an equal blush.

Images flashed in his mind now of how they had a form of poultry the night before. She had not cleaned the cutting board, had she? Then she probably went on to make his hamburger on that cutting board before she moved to the counter like she did for the rest. That was his best theory now. "Uh...yeah...well, that's all in the past now. You haven't let me eat in a week...so I'm really looking forward to this meal."

"The pressure." She irked as she rubbed her temple putting grease on her face. Her face went sour as she eyed Jet who was starting to break from his serious expression. Jet was actually going to laugh his head off for once. A rare occurrence. "Stop laughing!"

"I...You...The...Hand..." He went on into a chest-bursting laugh as he tried to cover it over to little success. Finally he took in a deep breath as the laughs faded. Rubbing her face with a towel he calmed. "Looks like one of us needs a bath."

"So you finally admit to smelling like sweat?"

He stared at her. He just got a counter attack inflicted on him. "Whatever." He threw the towel aside. "Where's Clive?"

"Reading books about the history of Filgaia like always. What else has he been doing since we've met him?"

"Oh?"

"I think I saw Galows and Emilia go off on a walk a little while ago." She grinned. "I wonder if Gallows will stop acting like an idiot and try to woe her. I'm sure he could if he tried."

"C'mon, do you seriously want to see a Gallows Junior?" Jet took a bite of his burger. A gag reflex went to work. His body was not ready to eat it yet. He still ate it. His body would not be paranoid. "He'd probably make you and I babysit them too."

"Why you and me?" She asked looking away to the burgers.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

"Well, nothing's always something, and something's always nothing, so I know you don't mean it." Jet swallowed another bite. "But fine, you don't have to tell me. I'm nice and actually talk more than a few words and you don't want to." He shrugged. It made her feel bad, but that was what he was aiming at.

"I should be so lucky to have a daughter." She moved on.

"A daughter?" He choked. "Why not a son?"

"Jet suddenly becomes opinionated?" She balks.

"Obviously you don't know me well. I've always been opinionated from the start. 'I think this is stupid'. 'You're just a bunch of chatterboxes'. So on and on of other conversations that fade away."

"Well, regardless, I wouldn't mind both a daughter and a son."

"You might change that decision. From what I hear...it's a pretty—and I shouldn't use that word—but pretty horrible experience...for the woman."

"Suddenly Jet knows more about the female body than me?"

He blushes and looks away. "I've only heard some stories is all."

"Well, I feel that it may be worth it...I mean...despite how much it may be to bear...I still will if I can have a daughter...or son." She replies dreamily ignoring the fact the burgers were beginning to burn. Jet saves them before they become charcoal briquettes. "And I'm sure...if I really love their father...it wouldn't matter either."

"Hey, will you pay attention to the meal? How can you be a good mother if you ignore something like this?" He shouted as he waved the smoke away while saving the last few. "Virginia?" He looks to the young woman who had moved away a little. Hunched over a bit. "What's wrong? Smoke get to you? Maybe that taught you a lesson." It was silent as his grin turned to a straight line. "Virginia?" He comes to her side.

"Will I really...be such a bad mother?" She wondered with a voice near to a whisper. Tears streaming.

He looked on in shock. He had not expected this. "Uh...I'm sure...you'd make a great mother...You're fun."

"Am I?"

"Well...no, but, I mean to a kid I'm sure you are. I'm just too moody to find you fun."

"You're right there."

"Well I...Hey!" He gave her the other end to the towel he gave her earlier. "So...making fun of me and seeing me mess-up is funny?"

"No, but it was priceless that face you had after Evie ran off last week. Then you twitched your eye in that cute way and started yelling random things before sulking off." She giggled a bit too recalling the events following the pirate event.

"Well...I mean, seriously, I got all the traps pulled on me and I just found all of that mess uneventful."

"Whatever."

"Hey, whoa, like the sky is burning!" Gallows pointed out plainly. Emilia sat nearby as he stood atop a rock looking over the land. The sandcraft in the far distance now it would seem. "Isn't it just fantastic?"

"Yeah." She said softly.

He glanced aside. "You're not even looking." He grimaced. "You okay?"

"Just...the same old story. Same old events. Same old thoughts." She mutters.

"So...what? Your mother?"

"A little...more than that, Gallows." She replies sadly.

"Uh," He sits on the rock facing her back. "Do you...uh...want to talk about it, or something?"

"What's the point in that?"

"I don't know, just get things out in the open and all. Open the windows to your stuffy room-like brain."

"Y'know...you sound smart at times...and then there's the times like when you said leprechauns." She giggles.

He blinks. "Anyway...I don't know if that was an insult or compliment, but will you at least tell me something?"

"Well...I...I mean...I'm not too sure what to say...or how to say it." She mutters. "I don't...remember much of my life...I wish I did."

"How can you not remember things like you mom then?"

"I don't. I just know she's my mother."

"Oh."

"What about your parents? I mean...you saw your mom right? When I met you in Twilight Sun."

"I...did. Truthfully...I don't remember much about my parents. I just wish I did."

"Well...At least you have some memory. That's what matters...and that's what makes this world work." She sighs. "I wish I had my memory."

"But...don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well...isn't this a memory right now? Last week when you won that potato sack race...that was a memory. And...even if you can't access a memory does that mean it's really not there?"

She stares at him in revelation. Covering it over with a smirk. "You really are smarter than I would think."

He chuckles. "I like to confuse people like that. I think everyone who's my good friend would know that."

"Well, it works." She stands. "Maybe...you're right. I mean...about the window thing your were talking about. I do...feel better now."

"See, I'm always right."

She stares at him. "Gallows."

"Okay, fine, I'm not ALWAYS right. I am enough times though."

"I think I see smoke. We should probably head back."

"She's probably just getting Jet sick again." Gallows throws out to the side. "I mean, yeah, we should go check it out. It's a tragedy for food to be burned. Whether it be good or not."

"Fine, let's go get some eats then." She relents.