As Tracy, Inez, Link, and Maybelle arrived at the hospital, Penny and Seaweed were in the middle of a soft kiss, too afraid to bruise Seaweed more then he already was.

"Mm-hm," Maybelle hummed with a smirk as she entered through the door, "What do we have here?"

Penny jumped back, embarrassed that the moment was ruined. She smiled, and opened her arms to the group.

"Oh, Penny!" Tracy cried, as she took the invitation, hugging her best friend, "You have NO idea of what we've been through."

"Yeah, and I'M the one who had to deal with the weirdos," Inez commented. Link stuck his tounge out at Inez and leaned closer to her face.

"Santa Clause isn't real!!" he whispered viciously.

"Momma! Link's lying again AND he said that you didn't love me!" Inez lied, then stuck her tounge out.

"Link!" Maybelle threatened.

"What?!, I did not!"

When Maybelle turned around Link looked at Inez and stuck his tounge out again.

"Momma! Link stuck his tounge out at me!"

"You have no proof of that," Link said in a monotone.

"That's it, Link I want you to go stand over near Tracy, and Inez you come over here near me," Maybelle suggested.

"Fine," they both muttered.

A few hours later Seaweed was released from the hospital and able to go home. Link, Tracy, and Penny had nothing else to do so they decided to go with Seaweed to hang out.

Somehow they got on a very random topic about sticking your tounge on cold things and getting them stuck.

"I remember when I was 14," Link started with wide, focused eyes like he was staring off into space, "me and my cousin Jeff were playing outside in the snow and he dared me to lick the light pole. At first I thought it would taste like a Popsicle, but boy was I wrong, very wrong," he shuddered at the memory, "I decided it wouldn't hurt nothing. . . so I did it. Lets just say it took three hours, and a whole bottle of hot sauce to get my tounge off. . . I've never looked at poles and hot sauce the same way again."

". . . Wow Cracker Boy, I thought you had more common sense then that?" Seaweed questioned.

"I didn't know any better," Link defended.

"Link, you were 14," Seaweed reminded.

"Your point?"

"Seaweed you forget this is Link your talking to," Tracy reminded.

"True, very true," Seaweed agreed.

"Whats that supposed to mean Trace?" Link interrogated.

". . . That I love you very much," Tracy told him.

"I love you to. . . but something tells me that you were making fun of me."

Tracy giggled nervously, "Would I ever make fun of you Link?"

"Yes," Seaweed, Penny, and Link agreed.

"Kids! dinner is ready!" Maybelle yelled from the kitchen.

"Oh, thank goodness," Tracy muttered to herself as she jumped up from the couch and grabbed Link's hand dragging him into the kitchen.

When they entered the kitchen Link was first to speak, "Oh yeah! Fried chicken!"

They said a short prayer and began to dig in.

When they were finished they all helped put away the dishes and thanked Maybelle. Link took Tracy home, and walked her to the door.

"Bye Babe, I love you."

"Bye Link, I love you to."

They shared a light kiss and Link drove off to his house.

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