Among Warm Sunsets

Tea Party

"M'lord, we should have a tea party, it'll be fun!" Molly cheered.

As usual, Molly and Finn went to visit the Harvest God atop of his mountain. And of course, he was not happy about this.

The idea of some demeaning festivity he would have to attend with these pests made his head throb. "No, I refuse," he grumbled, trying to keep his emotions in check.

Molly would not let it rest, not without a fight.

"Why, you never want to do anything with me," she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're nothing but an old, grumpy man."

The Harvest God, however, was not fazed by her outburst.

"Your little tantrums won't work on me, human, so why don't you just go home and… do whatever your kind does."

She hated how dismissive and demanding he was. "That's why he doesn't have any friends… bitter prude…" she thought to herself.

Unfortunately for Molly, the Harvest God could hear her thoughts. And of course, he was infuriated by it. "How dare you call me a prude, you half-wit!" he yelled, outraged by her audacity to (technically) say it to his face (well, kind of).

Molly was not at all ashamed—actually, she was rather amused. "Aw, is widdle Hwarvest Giddy-kins mwad at me… d'aww…!"

More than anything the Harvest God hated being mocked, especially by a human. He would most definitely not have that bull, nope, nope, nope.

The Harvest God, who was downright furious, stomped to his throne and plopped down, seething with so much rage (!).

"Alright, fine. We'll have your blasted tea party…! Just know, I'll be damning you to hell in the process!" he grumbled angrily.

Molly squealed, overjoyed by his change of mind.

"Did you hear that Finn, we're gonna have a tea party," she and Finn started having a victory dance. "And it's gonna be tha bomb!"

Oh no, he had made the biggest mistake in his whole immortal life. He did the unforgivable: he made her happy. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from smiling.

. . . . . .

"More tea Miss H…? And you too Miss F?" Molly said sweetly, filling the tea cups of the Harvest God's and Finn's cups with chamomile tea. Both he and Finn were wearing big hats with flowers on the edge; both looked absolutely ridiculous.

Finn happily sipped his cup (which, by the way, was 2x bigger than him) through a bendy straw, while the Harvest God daintily sipped his with a pained expression.

"This was the best idea ever Molly," Finn chirped happily. "Don't you think m'lord?"

The deity's expression was unreadable, yet his tone said otherwise. "Finn…"

The cheery winged Harvest Sprite smiled eagerly. "Yes m'lord?" The Harvest God's left eye twitched.

"Shut up."

[A/N]: I hope this was good, because I honestly tried my best. This chapter is dedicated to my Grandma, who died June 28, 2011 at 2:00am. I'm taking it really hard, because my Grandma was more to me than my relative-she was one of my closet friends. When I was little we did everything together, and no matter what I knew she loved me. I just wish I could have said good-bye. Thanks for reading, the next drabble will probably be up soon. Thank you all for all the feedback.

The *nope, nope, nope* part is kind of from Land Before Time; remember Ducky, right?