A week had passed since Lila and Nathanaël had started the Fox Kingdom. During the course of this week, the two slowly grew to be best friends. But, one thing still frustrated Nathanaël to no end: Lila Kisses.

Everything he did, everything he said elicited a kiss from the girl. It was killing him!

"Nathaaaaan, push me!" Lila called. She sat on a swing, kicking her legs impatiently. Nathanaël huffed and blew his bangs from his eyes, running toward her.

That was the bad thing about suddenly being a fox; the band his fox ears were on pushed his bangs farther into his eyes. Ugh.

"Pushy, pushy, pushy!" Lila chanted as her prince got closer.

"OK, OK, I'm pushing!" Nathanaël groaned. He put his pudgy hands to his princess' back and sent her forward. Lila pumped her legs as she went back and forth, laughing as Nathanaël backed up to keep his teeth intact.

"Higher, mio principe!" she squealed through her giggles. Nathanaël huffed and blew his bangs, momentarily forgetting the girl. This, of course, allowed her to go back farther than she was used to going. Thus, the swing dumped her onto the ground. "Owwww!" Lila cried into the mulch.

"Lila!" Nathanaël shouted, diving for her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he cried, shoving his hair behind his ears. "Are you OK?" he asked, helping her sit up.

Lila nodded and crossed her legs, rubbing the burns on her forearm. "I'm OK, I think…" she mumbled, sniffling.

Nathanaël felt awful. It was his fault Lila got hurt, and now it was his fault she was starting to cry. How was he supposed to fix it? Biting his lip, he watched as Lila tried to dust off her raw skin, seething in sync with her at the pain. "I'm sorry…" he whispered.

Lila looked up and smiled gently, "It's alright," she whispered back.

Then, Nathanaël picked up her worse hand, and pressed a tiny kiss to it. Kisses were supposed to make boo-boos feel better, right? This was one heck of a boo-boo, so Lila needed all the help she could get! "Better?" Nathanaël asked, helping the girl stand.

She nodded and wiped her nose, then pointed to her knee. "But, my knee hurts, too…"

That was a bit more difficult to kiss, since Lila had to lift up her leg, which hurt a lot, and Nathanaël had to maneuver so that he didn't cover himself in mulch. But, he kissed the knee and that was all that mattered.

"And my elbow…" Lila mumbled, twisting her arm to show the boy. He sighed and kissed the elbow, now regretting the decision to help her. Why was she like this? "And my lip got cut, too…"

"Nu-uh!" Nathanaël shouted, covering his mouth. "I'm not kissin' you like that!" he whined, shaking his head furiously. "No way!"

Lila giggled, "Worth a shot!" With that, she kissed Nathanaël on the cheek and skipped off to go play with Marinette and Adrien.

Meanwhile, Poor Nathanaël stood behind the swings blushing crazily. She did that on purpose! He looked toward the swing, and, in one quick motion, threw himself belly-first onto the plastic, letting his fingers scrape against the ground.

And another!