AN: The way I figure, Zelda lives in Sheik's head. And, as such, they can have little mental conversations with each other. No one else can hear Zelda because she only talks in Sheik's mind. She is most likely going to be the primary source of comic relief in this story, just so you know. My supposition is that the Princess' primary form of entertainment is pushing Sheik's buttons. You know that's what you'd do if you lived in someone's head and knew that they couldn't do anything about it! ;D
On an unrelated note, I figured out how to make a divider thingy, so I won't have to do -- to divide things anymore! Huzzah! happy dance
Chapter 5 - Making Tea
Sheik was grinding some herbs in a small bowl when he heard a familiar voice in his head.
.:You like her, don't you?:. Zelda inquired knowingly. He stopped and his face turned slightly red.
…I don't know what you're talking about, he replied as he resumed making tea.
.:Of course you don't…and moblins can fly.:.
Sheik huffed in annoyance, and he was now grinding the herbs with such force that they had become a fine powder. .:Ease up, loverboy! Do these herbs owe you rupees or something?? And you know as well as I do that bitter tea can ruin a first date!:.
Sheik frowned, I am not a 'loverboy!' And I can just steep the tea for less time so that it won't be bitter…
.:Aha! So you DO care!:.
Wha--…I didn't mean it like that! I'm going to be drinking the tea, too, you know.
.:Just admit that you like her and I'll leave you alone.:.
No!
Zelda sighed. .:At least admit that you think she's cute! And don't forget that I can tell what your body feels, so I'll know if you're lying!:.
Sheik hesitated a moment as he put the herbs into a teakettle that was resting by the fireplace, his face turning a slightly deeper shade of red. …Well…I suppose I'd be lying if I said I thought she was ugly…
.:That's not the answer that I asked for…:. He let out an exasperated sigh as he sat in a chair next to the small table in the kitchen. .:Alright, you asked for it…:.
Zelda paused for effect, then began to sing loudly, .:SHEIK AND LYNNA, SITTING IN A TREE, KAY-EYE-ESS-ESS-EYE-ENN-GEE! FIRST COMES LOVE, THEN COMES MARRIAGE--…:.
"Alright! I admit it! Now stop!"
"Stop what?"
His heart skipped a beat as he looked over to the doorway. Lynna entered the kitchen, pulled up a chair across from Sheik, and sat down. The tunic that he had given her to wear was very loose, and the neck was so wide that it slid off of her shoulder a little bit as she leaned on the table with her arms. Her hair was still damp and clung to her face, neck, and shoulders. Sheik bit his lip briefly before replying, "Oh, nothing. Don't mind me, I tend to talk to myself sometimes. I suppose that's what happens when you live by yourself for too long." He laughed awkwardly for a moment.
.:Smooooooth…:.
Quiet, you!
"Um…Sheik?" Lynna said softly.
He quickly forgot Zelda and turned his attention to Lynna. "Yes?" he replied as he leaned closer to her over the table.
"About before…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start crying like that. It's just that no one has ever just been nice to me without asking for something in return like that…well, except for my brother…and I don't really know how to react to that sort of thing," She kept her eyes on the tabletop and spoke softly.
"There's nothing to apologize for. You've had a rough day, you're entitled to some crying. And besides, who said I wasn't going to ask you for anything?" Her expression fell. He chuckled, "I'm just kidding! The tea's probably done by now. Do you want anything with your tea?" He stood up and picked up the teakettle, which was now hot. He placed it on the counter and took a couple of ceramic cups from a shelf.
"I don't know, I've never had tea before."
He poured the tea into the two cups. "Really? Well, see how you like it and you can add whatever you like to it." He turned back to the table and placed a cup in front of Lynna and the other one in front of his place at the table.
Lynna sniffed the tea cautiously, then took a delicate sip. Her face lit up immediately. She exclaimed, "This is delicious!"
"I'm glad you like it," Sheik said as he sat down. He pulled down his cowl with his fingertips as he took a sip of his tea.
Lynna gasped as her hand flew to her mouth.
"What happened to you?" she whispered through her fingers.