A/N: Thanks to Cutekitteh for the prompt idea!

The first few days of summer break are always slow. So slow, in fact, that if a turtle were running around the world, he'd be able to reach China and still have a few hours of sunlight to go.

…Okay, I'm exaggerating, but that's how they feel. And with the professor still cleaning up his office at the university, there was nothing to do.

The heat made every bit of movement ten times more tiring than usual, so I was lying on my bed when an excited Flora burst into my room.

"Luke!" Flora exclaimed. I rolled onto my side and saw a small book clutched in her hands.

"Um, Flora…what's with the book?" I questioned, almost too exhausted from my brief moment of physical activity to care.

"You will never guess what I've just found in the Professor's room!"

"An ancient puzzle book?"

She rolled her eyes, "No, silly, it's his journal!"

My eyes widened. "Flora! How the heck did you find that?"

"Now, before you jump to conclusions," Flora began, putting her hands up defensively, "I was not snooping!"

I gave her a look.

"Okay, I was bored," she confessed. "But, since the professor's not here…shall we read it?"

Leave it to Flora to get me into a predicament like this. Of course I wanted to read Professor Layton's journal, but it was wrong. But I am his number one apprentice, and he should trust me enough to tell me everything already in that journal. But what if he doesn't? But, he'd never hide anything from me. Then again, he did lie to his mother by saying his wife looked like Anne Hathaway…

"Let's see it," I said as I sat up. We opened the book to a random page, and Flora read aloud one of the passages:

September 12,

Since it was so nice outside today, Flora, Luke and I decided to pack a picnic lunch and go to the park. Flora tried to prepare brownies, but after many failed attempts, I told her we'd get ice cream after our meal. I love her dearly, but she has little skill when it comes to making food.

"Ouch! Flora that was my face!"

"Don't laugh at what he wrote, then," Flora huffed, going back to reading the passage while I cradled my recently slapped cheek.

After our picnic, we returned home and while the children started a game of checkers, I went back outside, ran a few errands, and then drove the Layton mobile to AA, where I…

Flora snapped the book shut and looked at me, eyes wide. "Luke, did you hear what I just read?"

I nodded, equally surprised: Professor Layton had been attending Alcoholics Anonymous?

Suddenly, the door to our flat opened, and Flora and I ran out to the hallway. There stood the professor, who happily called, "Hello Luke, Flora! What have you been up to?"

"We could say the same to you, Professor!" I responded angrily. "We know where you've been going!"

"Yeah, we read your journal, professor!" Flora said, holding up the book. "When were you going to tell us about your AA meetings? Is your supposed 'tea obsession' some cover?"

The professor looked at us for a moment before laughing. "Ohoho, you two seem to have misunderstood!" He took the book from Flora, and opened up to the page we'd been on. "September twelfth, correct? The AA mentioned is an abbreviation for the shop Andy's Antiques."

Flora and I looked at each other, her face red, mine annoyed. "Next time you find a journal, Flora, don't ask me to read it."

A/N: Well, as always, thanks for reading. Cutekitteh, I hope you liked it! Remember, if you enjoyed, or have any prompt ideas, review and let me know! See ya next chapter!

~Lizz