The Harvest celebration went on as planned the next week. Everyone was back to perfect health by that time. The bonfire roared in the center. Many citizens roasted assorted nuts, meats, and even fruits.
Stylus sat on a bench relatively close to the fire, staring intently at the whittled wood charring and falling apart into the charcoal pile that filled the bottom of the fire pit. He held an object wrapped in cloth. He was relatively nervous about this secret. He only had a week of practice, trying time and time again to make the perfect statuette, but this still wasn't that perfect statuette he imagined.
Stella was sitting at a table with Eugene, Irwin, and a few others. They were talking about the trip. Stylus wasn't part of the conversation because he was the first one to welcome the farmer brothers back.
Eventually, Stella passed through the party and took a seat next to Stylus. "So what's in the burlap sack?" She asked.
"Fruits of my efforts," Stylus replied, "I've been trying something new."
Stella huffed. "Let's see it then, Artisan."
Stylus removed the sack. The carving was definitely superior to the first attempt, but it still looked like relative crap. Stella smiled. Stylus offered the finished carving.
"You do realise it's crap, right?" She asked as she took the statuette in her hands.
Stylus laughed, more at himself than anything. "Well, Lorem did say that practice makes perfect."
Stella wrapped an arm around Stylus' torso. "Thanks anyway," Stella said as she leaned into the robot's arm. "I doubt my armour plating is that comfortable," Stylus commented.
Stella didn't turn her head. Instead, she stared at the fire. "My work stool's less comfortable, and I can sit on that thing for hours."
Stylus smiled, then wrapped his own arm around Stella's shoulder. "Well," the robot said. "What are you going to do?"
"I've got a bottle of wine we could share... Oh wait, you can't drink," Stella laughed. "More for me then."
Stylus frowned jokingly. That only made her giggle more. She then dug her head into the robot's side some more. "Man, it sucks that you're not organic as well."
His frown became less of a joke. Yeah, in a way, it did. He finally found a girl he wanted to get to know, and this is years after he got himself roboticized. Back then, he never thought about mating in general. Now it was too late; robots can't reproduce.
Both of them sighed. Stella then said "I dunno, the personality's more important to me than reproduction anyway."
"This one book I read had a quote," Stylus commented, "Take everything as it comes by. The wave passes, deal with the next one. I never figured out exactly what it meant until now."
"That's an easy one to decipher." Stella teased.
"Heh, I guess it is," Stylus replied. They continued watching the fire burn as everyone else partied out.
They both left for Stella's house during the party. She broke out the bottle of wine, and they did rather untoward things- well, whatever untoward things they could do.
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