Lest and Frey stared at the ripe Spring crops, fully intent on getting this right. During the last Harvest Festival, Kiel had told them to listen to the voice of your vegetable, and they fully intended to give it a shot.
They both hadn't even placed during the last Harvest Festival, unable to really communicate with their judges and their responses had been all wrong. It didn't help that they had been trying to save all the Guardians at the time and had somewhat neglected their duties to the field.
However, they planned to take the time out to really listen to the earth and their food. They were Earthmates after all, this should be a piece of cake!
Two Hours Later
"I-I think I'm channeling that Pink Melon!" Frey excitedly whispered, not wanting to sever her connection to the pink fruit.
"What's it saying?" Lest asked curiously. He had been trying to communicate with a potato, but the thing was amazing at playing the quiet game. No amount of pestering, prodding, or pokes would make it respond!
Frey scrunched up her brow in concentration, "I-It's saying...Help Me!"
Lest blinked at the girl sitting next to him in the dirt, unsure of if he should stop her. However, this would prove fruitless as the Pink Melon's spirit possessed Frey's mouth.
"You murderers! I saw what you did to the cabbage, don't you dare lie! He had children, you know! They now have nightmares of you both coming and taking their father away! No amount of therapy or apologizing will ever fix their traumatized minds!"
Lest moved several feet away as the possessed Frey started sobbing. She turned her eyes to him and glared, "How would you feel if I cooked you two up, huh? Why I oughta-"
Lest did the only thing he could before the possessed Frey could draw her Light Gloves out: smash the pink melon to bits.
Frey let out an unsettling screech before falling over.
After several minutes of deep breathing and collecting their bearings, the Prince and Princess looked at each other.
"Let's just agree to never talk of this again," Lest slowly started, "and go back to eating food and growing it without paying attention to what they're saying."
"I second that," Frey stated as she stood up and dusted herself off.
The two picked up the bits of pink melon and threw them away, and then went back to ignorantly ripping apart veggie families.