A/N: Hello everyone! Long time no write, huh? Well, after a long hiatus, I have returned! So, now that I'm back and ready with a new chapter, why not have a look at it?

This prompt was suggested to me by XMidnightArabX, with slight (approved) changes to it by me. Enjoy!

"Why does it have to rain so much?" Flora pouted, staring outside the living room window.

I had been thinking the same thing. I mean, why had the sky picked today of all day's to finally get rid of its water? It just had to be the day Professor Layton had promised to take me and Flora to the park, and it had to be the day that once, just once, Flora hadn't destroyed or set fire to the picnic we'd packed. (The fire incident was complicated to explain, and involved mustard, the stovetop, vegetable oil, and one of my eyebrows being burned off...yea, that parts a touchy subject for me).

"Let's face it, Flora," I sighed, going up to her and patting her on the back, "the rain gods just aren't on our side." She nodded sadly.

Just then, the professor walked in. "Ah, so you children have already taken a look outside. I guess you realize this means no picnic?" Flora and I nodded. "Well, I'm sure we'll find something fun to do inside," he assured us.

That gave me an idea. "How 'bout a game, professor?" I suggested, turning away from the window, a wide grin on face. I knew the perfect game to play, a game that was the ultimate boredom buster. "Have you two ever played charades?"

"No, how do you play that, Luke?" Flora asked. I'd obviously piqued her interest.

Grin still in place, I started to explain the rules: pick something random, and then do your best to act it out without any words or noises.

Once I had finished, the professor and Flora eagerly agreed to play. They sat on the couch while I stood up, back facing them, the first turn in my hands. I came up with the perfect charade quickly. I turned around, nodded, and began. I mimed adjusting a tall top hat on top of my head, sipping tea out of an invisible cup, and finding imaginary puzzles and striking various poses to show I had gotten them correct.

Flora, who (along with the professor), had been staring blankly at me, asked, "Luke...who, or what, are you trying to act like?"

I shrugged. "Can't tell, you have to guess on your own!"

Suddenly, Professor Layton stood up. "I do not pose like that when I get a puzzle right, and I don't drink my tea in such a dramatic manner!"

"And who exactly am I doing a charade of, professor?" I asked mischievously.

"Why, me, obviously." He replied, his face tinted red with embarrassment.

"Cooorect," I said, pointing at the Professor. "That means you're up next!"

"I wanted to go next!" Flora protested. "I have a good one!"

"Why doesn't Flora go?" The professor agreed, sitting back down quickly.

"Okay, do you have a good idea, Flora?

Flora nodded eagerly as she got up and stood in front of us. She got down on her hands and knees and began to shake her bottom, tongue hanging out of her mouth as she began to roll on the floor.

"Dog," the professor and I declared in unison.

"Do something more obscure," I suggested. Flora sighed and began again. She got down on the ground and stayed still, then jumped up and zoomed around the room. I just stared, baffled at what she could possibly be doing.

She saw me and giggle. "I was a balloon dog this time, silly! Only, I had all the air let out of me!"

It was obvious she needed a bit of help in this game. My work was definitely cut out for me.

A/N: There you have it, folks! I hope you enjoyed, and if you did, I would appreciate it if you let me know by hitting that pretty little button down below. Sound good? Fantastic :)

Until next time,

~Lizz