The sun shone sleepily over the hills, not yet awake from it's nightly snooze. Cilan, however was wide awake. He stood in his usual morning spot, in front of his improbable cooking utensils. Normally, he would spend the morning immersed in the process of making breakfast or contemplating how he had so many items to carry, not to mention a table, but today he had a more complicated topic to attend to.

The strange woman who called herself Marie sat on a log not too far away. She watched him intently, to an extent to where it was a mixture of both creepy and endearing. The odd girl didn't so much as move a muscle, aside from blinking and blushing slightly. She had gotten dressed, and was wearing an incredibly large green sweater that sat over her milky hands, each fold defined on her body. She held her hands over the pleated cuffs that were about 0.5 inches long, which matched the cuff at the collar that was undoubtedly 0.51 inches, slightly longer than the ones on her hand. It was likely a spring green, mixed in with some emerald and several other shades of green. The sweater went down to her mid thigh's, and gave way to…nothing? No, no, she was wearing jean shorts under it, they were just too short to be walking around in. They were noted to be from a local gift shop, likely the one for children. Cilan wondered how such short and impractical trousers didn't make her bum cold.

Cilan turned away quickly, blushing. Why was he thinking about this girl's butt? He had already gone too far by over analyzing her outfit, (all except for her trainwreck sandal's that he couldn't stand anyway) but analyzing her bottom was not of a gentleman. He suddenly wondered if she was staring at him from back there. She obviously wasn't a gentleman, and therefore would have no code to stick to, so there was no saying…

He whipped around to look at her again. Not surprisingly, she was still staring. This was getting bothersome. Cilan turned completely around, back to his portable cooker, and gave her an annoyed glare. He folded his arms and legs, leaning back on the table behind him. He would not let his callipygous being be stared at in such an inappropriate manner.

This girl is such a bother, Cilan thought. So why was he so drawn to her? It made absolutely no sense! Though was beautiful, he didn't know her, and she'd basically come on to him rudely…or did he start the hanky panky last night? It seemed really out of character for him. He was used to casual flirting, but actually getting a woman in bed, with all the moving and grinding…dirty thoughts dirty thoughts! He could nearly feel the heat of his embarrassment in his cheeks! This girl, staring at him and making him uncomfortable, hmph! Why was her mouth open, is she trying to catch flies? Yes, he could feel the hot intensity in his cheeks, it was nearly smoking. It was so strong you could almost smell it. Yes, he could see the smoldering in front of his face, it was so intense. It was almost as though it was building to some point and was stalling to get there! What, why is she pointing? Is she pointing at my cheeks, that mare…or maybe she's pointing behind-

And then the connection was made. Cilan hopped up and ran like a jack rabbit, screaming at the top of his lungs. The stove had been left on. His clothes and buns were lit ablaze, the fire slowly eating away what little fabric was left. In a panic, Cilan threw himself to the ground and scooted on his tail, an attempt to set out the fire. Having no luck, he snatched his pants off, threw them on the ground, and chucked clumps of dirt and sand onto them, finishing off by stamping out the last few licks of fire.

Marie couldn't help but laugh.

This girl! Cilan huffed, his mind still full of adrenaline. How dare she laugh! He could've gotten hurt! There was absolutely no respect with this one, absolutely none! Yet somehow, Cilan wanted to laugh with her. It was cute, how her hand covered how perfect lips as she laughed, and he wanted to laugh with them.

Instead of laughing, Cilan gave her a look that could be taken as neutral, but you could tell it was a bit hurt. Not emotionally hurt, but "I just set my butt on fire" hurt. Marie, after chuckling a bit more, went inside her bag that she now magically had, and pulled a first aid kit from it.

"Would you like some help with that?"

Cilan couldn't help but blush. How crude! He would not let this woman work on one of his private areas, it was so ungentlemanly! He would rather let Pansage come out and do it with no fingers than let her do it! Cilan put his hand on his butt in defiance, not letting her think that he needed her help.

After a long, painful crying fit that involved writhing on the forest floor in agony, Cilan layed stretched out on Marie's lap: tummy down, butt up.

So she had one this round…

Woo, new Chapter! Ash and Iris come in next chapter.