"I feel bad taking this home with me," Raguna frowned staring down at the plate of Cinnamon Buns that Erik had baked that morning.
Erik smiled and hung up his apron. "Nonsense, I won't eat it. Plus I want you to have something nice," Erik walked over and kissed Raguna's cheek, "I'm just a farmer so my cooking is all I can really give."
Raguna blushed, "You could…Invite me over again sometime…"
Erik grinned and embraced the shorter boy. "Of course, how about tonight? How about you come over and help me with my crops again?"
Raguna smiled, "I have my own crops to tend to, Mr. Erik."
Erik tousled Raguna's hair. "Good, then I'll go help you out! I'll come over later, okay?"
Raguna looked up. "Okay!" He grinned brightly. "You can cook dinner for me."
Erik walked Raguna up the hill leading to his house. "I still feel bad taking this," Raguna said, "I should give you something in return."
"Don't be silly, you've given me so much already. A plate of Cinnamon Buns is the cheapest repayment ever."
Raguna smiled warmly at the ground. Then he realized he still had the garlic in his pocket. That was terrible repayment, but… "Here," Raguna said, reaching into his pocket and dropping the Garlic into Erik's hands.
Erik lit up as if he had won the lottery. "Garlic!" he sang, "Garlic! I absolutely love garlic! How did you know, young man?"
Raguna shrugged, smiling a little, relieved that Erik enjoyed his lame gift. "I didn't."
Erik embraced the boy passionately. "I love you, Raguna."
Raguna stiffened and he blushed red. "H-hey! We're in public!"
Erik squeezed him. "I'm not letting go until you say it!"
"Erik!"
"Say it!"
Raguna blushed redder, "I…L-love you, Erik."
Erik grinned and kissed Raguna's head, and the wind whipped around the white wildflowers growing amongst them and made them dance jubilantly, as if the two were meant to be there at that very moment. Together.