"I asked wich kind of tea you prefer, I have acornspice or evergreen."

"Oh, uhm.. right. I think I'll try acornspice then..."

"Great. Would you mind clearing the table while I mix this?" He nodded towards his livingroom table wich was a bit cluttered with miscellaneous knick knacks.

"Where do I...?"

"Just anywhere is fine. I just like to leave things out sometimes... I get more inspired that way, I dont know. I guess that since fairy Mary tells us that in order to be efficient tinkers we also need to be tidy and I agree, I just think it's more fun this way."

It wasn't that much stuff in the end so I just gently moved it to one end of the table careful not to break or loose anything. He soon comes out and join me holding a kettle in one hand, balancing a tray with mugs, honey, cream and crackers on top of that. We sit down to enjoy our drinks and doesn't really talk much aside from me saying I like this flavour and him telling me it's one of his favourite blends as well. Usually silence like this are comfortable, but for some reason I feel like I want to say something, but everytime I try nothing comes out so I just take another sip from my mug instead. I can't tell if Bobble does the same or if he just like to stay quiet right now.

After we're finished I make an attempt to help carry the tray back into the kitchen. As I reach over to lift it up he does the same so that instead of gripping the handle he end up holding his hand instead. I feel a jolt shooting from my fingers up my arm and through my stomach before once again that same wierd 'sickness' come washing over me, making me not want to let go. I feel his hand start to shake so I withdraw my hand, he quickly get up and noisily put the things back where they belong. He has his back turned towards me but I can still see a slight tint of red on his face. I assume I was starting to be a bother since he might've other things to do before going to work and seeing our teabreak had gone on for quite a while already and him being polite he don't want to be pushy about it. So I took that as a hint and thank him for the talk and the tea. He told me it was a pleasure to have me over and that I'm welcome anytime I like. Just before I leave he adds that I might need to stock up on tea in case he decide to make a surprise visit at my house. I told him I would have that in mind.

I stand outside his door for a few moments getting a hold of my rushing emotions. I'm so relieved that I managed to solve this problem I had created, yet at the same time I felt like something else bothered my mind... something I failed to remember or had yet to understand. Anyway that didn't dull my happiness and I starting to feel restless I set of to do a few laps of running.

When I feel content and almost out of breath as a last spurt I decide to make it up a hill so that I really get that last bit of extra energy out of my system. Reaching the top I collaps into a puffing sweaty mess. Once I relax a bit I see that the other end of the hill is cut straight down into a cliff. I'm a bit curious as to how far up I am but daren't go any closer else I might be steppin to close to the edge. I do look at the view and find it to be rather beutiful and interesting to the left I had the ocean reaching out seemingly forever and to the right I had a perfect view over what I assume to be the summer district, beyond that in the distance I see a little bit of autumn and further beyond that I see the mountains that encircle the island. It's a beutiful blend of deep blues, vibrant greens and specks of golds and I dont know how long I kept gazing at it, I only know that I woke up later wondering why I wasn't in my bed before I remembered.

Apparently I got more tired from running than I thought and that had caused me to fall asleep in the warm grass. I had no idea what time it was, the sun had moved quite a bit but it was still bright outside. A strong cool breeze swept by and I could see a telltale streak of purple wich meant a fastflying fairy was passing by.

'Guess I'm not the only one up here after all.' Then I thought that this was a great spot to have a picnic on and wondered who would come join me if I asked. I assume they might all come if I just asked. 'I wonder what Bobble would think about having tea up here?' I kept thinking about what kinds of teas to bring and that maybe I should try baking something myself before deciding that it might be a bad idea since I dont yet know how to bake and I dont want to serve a crappy cake on our picnic. They might try and eat it out of pity and I neither want nor need that to happen. Before I knew it my thoughts had gone from deciding on what kinds of foods I wanted to have to just thinking about if Bobble would even like to spend time like that with me.

I imagined holding his hand just like I had done earlier, he would look me in the eyes getting closer and closer until we were just as inseparable as the honey melting in our tea. It felt so nice that I couldn't help but to fall asleep again and in my dreams I got that same shiver over and over again whenever we got to close to eachother.

I woke with a start having heard someone else call my name.

~End chapter thirteen~