Probably shouldn't be doing this, but...

"Do you like poetry?" she questioned.

"Not really. Just trying to be romantic," he said, cracking an awkward, but cute smile.

"And what about other kinds of art?" she continued questioning. A pleasant silence settled itself between them while he thought of the answer.

"That all depends on your definition of art," he replied eventually, frowning.

"What is yours?" she questioned again. For this question he had been prepared better.

"I think," he started, "that really anything could be art. As long as it's been made with love. Love and passion." She nodded, content with the answer and continued staring at the horizon for several minutes until her lips curled up in a grin.

"So babies should be called art too?" she reasoned. He laughed.

"If you look at it that way, then yes." Another silence fell as both of them over thought this new definition. To Chelsea, a beautiful new world was revealed in which everything was different. Crops weren't just crops anymore, but art. And the Harvest Goddess turned into the world's most genius artist. With itching hands, Chelsea jumped up.

"Let's create some art!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. Vaughn blankly stared at her with big eyes when it hit her.

"No, I didn't mean to make babies, I wanted to make a sand castle!" she yelled embarrassed, her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

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