Warning before hand, this one is short but it is the most important so far. Oh, and I fixed my blunders. Go back and see what changed.

"To murdering and elf and leveling up!" Ezra said, raising his wooden cup. Lizbeth rolled her eyes at his playful actions, but she raised her glass and touched it against his. They sat in a small restaurant, almost completely empty except for the NPCs. On their table sat a massive slice of cake that shook under its own weight, appropriately named trembling short cake. Ezra downed his drink, enjoying the taste of root beer. "How I've missed this." Ezra commented when he came up for breath.

"I'm starting to wonder if you really go out to farm mobs." Lizbeth said, taking a sip of her drink before coughing. "Is this really what ale tastes like? I would think alcohol would taste better considering all the people who love this stuff."

Ezra laughed. "Strong, isn't it? I thought that's why you ordered it." He passed his cup to her and took the ale. He took a sip and let it sit in his mouth before swallowing. "Yup, not my taste." He said handing it back.

He took his fork and gave it a twirl as he raised it high into the air, then brought it down directly next to the cake. At the last moment he twisted his wrist and stuck the fork into the side of the cake an inch down from the top. And with a pull up he had a small piece of cake.

"Mmmmm." Ezra moaned, the taste of the cake overwhelmingly delicious. He leaned back in his seat, chewing slowly. It was a full minute before he swallowed. "I can die happy now." Ezra said, then added. "After another bite."

Lizbeth laughed. "Is it really that good?" She asked, taking a small chunk out of the cake. Ezra nodded vigorously, gesturing with his fork for her to eat. Liz carefully put the food in her mouth as if it were some kind of radio active substance. Ezra silently counted down as he helped himself to another piece, a feeling of pleasure sparking in him as her eyes lit up and her brain exploded before he could reach one. It was simply adorable. "Dear god, this is amazing! How did you find this place?"

Ezra couldn't answer immediately because he was to busy savoring another small chunk of cake. "Me and Sora found it on accident. He's a swordsman I met at the first floor boss raid." He took another bite of the cake. "We were wondering around looking for some of the rare and allusive 'good food' and we ended up in here. Big price tag equals good taste."

Lizbeth barely heard a word he said as she continued to consume food. She reached for another forkful but was blocked by Ezra. "Slow down. You won't be getting this again anytime soon. To expensive." Liz scowled, but she slowed down like she was told.

Soon the cake was completely consumed. Ezra and Lizbeth sat back in their chairs, their drinks sitting forgotten on the table. Neither said a word for the longest time, each one of them pleasantly full.

"Well. That was a thing." Lizbeth finally broke the silence. Ezra laughed.

"It be one of the best tasting ones I've ever had." He said happily. "Better than any sandwich I've had before."

Lizbeth rolled her eyes and smiled. "You're a guy. What were the odds that you ate mostly sandwiches for your diet?"

"One hundred percent when I was alone." Ezra replied. "I was never to good at making up my mind, so that were my go to meal."

"That's sad." Lizbeth commented.

"That's common." Ezra shot back. The two began to argue lazily, neither side really giving an effort. They eventually remembered their drinks and called a truce to finish them. It was then that Ezra noticed a small shamrock symbol at the top right corner indicating that he had gained a luck buff, probably from the cake. What are the odds she noticed yet? He thought to himself. He glanced at his left hand and the ring on his finger. It also had a luck buff of +7. In his head he could imagine a tuff voice asking him if he felt lucky and calling him a punk. Eh, why the hell not? Let's see if she spits her drink like in a TV show.

Ezra held in an impish smile as he asked his question. "Hey Liz, would you go out with me?" He narrowly dodged a hydro-pump from the girl by twisting out of his chair. Liz was down on the table coughing, her grip on her mug threatening to break it.

"What did you just say?" She asked as soon as she could speak. Ezra was having a hard time keeping his face strait.

That was awesome! He thought to himself. "I asked if you would go out with me." Liz opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She closed it and tried again and again, but it only gave her the look of a fish out of water. Deciding to be kind, he let her off the hook. "You can stop that now, Liz. I meant it as a joke. But, if you actually do want to date me..." He trailed off to add effect. "I might consider it." And begin yelling at me now.

Liz was stalk still, both her body and mind frozen. Ezra would have thought she was lagging if it weren't for her eyes darting between him and the door.

Dear god, she actually fell for it! Ezra realized. What do I do? Tell her I'm not actually attracted to her? That would be the wrong move, and what I said wasn't entirely untrue... Damn it! Too fast, too soon! I want to have a bit more fun like what we've been doing, I can't do something like this yet!

Lizbeth over came her thoughts first, her eyes darkening and her fists clenching. "Are you kidding me?" She growled, an aura of danger coming off of her. "Like hell I'd go out with a jerk like you!" She shouted, back handing Ezra in the face and running to the door. She took off down the street, not daring let a single person see her face as she ran to the teleport gate in case they saw the deep red blush on her face.

He was teasing me, he had to be! She scolded herself. That idiot! You can't just say something like that to a girl and joke about it! I should kill him for this. It's not like he's the first guy to say this to me, right? Okay fine, he is. That makes him even more of a jerk.

Liz continued to run all the way to the barn house, her anger and embarrassment fueling her limbs. She practically knocked down the door, the system letting her in since she was still in a party with Ezra. She collapsed on the couch, suddenly tired from her sprint home. "I'm going to kill Ezra." Liz grumbled, resting her hand over her eyes. It was then she noticed that there was a blinking mail icon on her screen. It was a message from Ezra, sent almost ten minutes ago.

Ezra- To much?

Lizbeth- You don't joke about that. Ever.

Ezra- Oh, thank god. You didn't pick up so I'm currently out in the wilderness looking for you.

Lizbeth- Like I'd fall for that.

Ezra- Check your friends list, it will tell you my location. And that officially makes me look like an idiot. Anyway, glad you're not being reckless and I'm on my way home.

Lizbeth checked her friends list. Sure enough, he was moving fast through the nearby wilderness towards the barn house.

Lizbeth- Don't do that again. If I didn't know better I would have been very embarrassed.

Ezra- Why would you be embarrassed? I thought you didn't like me. Lizbeth could swear she could see his smug look on the mini map.

Lizbeth- Because you're the first person to ask me that.

Ezra stopped in his tracks when he read the message. "So that's why she was so upset." He said to himself. He was starting to feel bad now, knowing just how confusing it is for someone to tell you they like you out of the blue. It had definitely confused the hell out of him when Liz had freaked out and he started to think like that.

Ezra- I deeply apologize for that. I could go fetch you some food or an upgrade if that helps make amends.

Lizbeth- Just get back here so I can beat you to death.

Ezra smiled, glad to see she was back to her usual personality.

Ezra- no can do, I'm not dying. You can beat me into the red if you want.

Lizbeth- geez, I wasn't actually going to hurt you. Just pretend this never happened.

Ezra closed the menu and continued his jog. "Like I'd ever tell you I actually do care for you." He said, heading home to his friend and love interest.

Hey guys, the author here. So by now you should be well versed in the art of Ezra. If he still confuses you, I'll make it outline his character so far. Ezra entered Sword Art Online on his job as the messenger (which he is still doing) and to find and deliver a message to a certain person. Was this person Kirito? No, he was just an enjoyable one to deliver. In his arrival he meets Lizbeth and they get off to a rather rocky start. Liz is personally fond of Ezra, even if his good qualities like feeding her and generally looking out for her are far out numbered by the amount of jokes and pranks he pulls. Ezra enjoys Liz because her personality makes her safe to pull stunts he wouldn't do with other people and she is surprisingly good company. Plus, he just can't summon the heart to kick her out. Ezra has fully admitted that Lizbeth is attractive (even if he was just screwing with her at the time, it was still true) and sees her as an adopted family member, maybe even a little bit more. Will their love come to blossom? Will Ezra stop playing the jester? Who is the person that is the main goal? Will Reki Kawahara stop putting fan service in every single book he writes (seriously, have you guys seen the light novels for the Sao progressive series? Every book I tell you!) and will Frodo ever destroy the ring of- wait, wrong story.

Get back on topic, Locke.

Ezra, you be quite.

Okay fine. So anyway, me and my cohort here have prepared a sneak peek of the story ahead, as a question that will boggle your mind.

By the time Kirito kills Heathcliff, Ezra will permanently be gone from Aincrad. The only difference between him and the rest is his heart is still beating after he leaves. How did he do it? There was no external interference and he doesn't die, so what force in the world took him out? Or is he just an illusion the players made to make their suffering easier? The world may never know...

Just kidding, tune in next time!