"...Why am I doing this, again?"
Pausing as she almost finished her daily chore of watering her crops; Angela stopped and thought about why she was tending to these particular ones so carefully.
Frowning as she picked one which had grown quicker than the rest (For being in better quality soil, she assumed) she silently cursed whatever force there was in nature for making these of a higher rank than the rest of her field of hard-grown plants.
"Um, Angela, what's wrong?" A little voice behind the young farmer called out as she stormed back into her house, straight over to the modest kitchen.
"Nothing, Finn." She replied in an unusually snappy tone, before pressing the ripe tomato into her mixer.
"Um, Angela, you should probably..."
Unfortunately for Finn, it was too late – Angela, in her apparent rage, had forgotten to put the lid on top of the contraption properly, resulting in the cabinets above and below the worktop looking like there had been a massacre.
Which Angela had carried out.
"Really? REALLY? Seriously Finn, why...just why?"
The little sprite pondered to himself for a moment, not recognising that what Angela had asked was rhetorical.
"Oh, I know I know!" he exclaimed loudly as he watched her wipe down the evidence of the 'accident.' "The Harvest Goddess told me once that it's because love can get messy! ...Or that it can hurt...one of the two!"
"..."
"A-Angela?"
"I'm going to change my clothes, so don't look."
Turning his back to give her some privacy, Finn wasn't so sure whether her face had turned red because of the tomato juice, or whether it had turned that colour from his previous comment.