"Well if you say so. Just try to rest when you can, ok?" Concern filled Philip's voice, and he led Amy back down into the kitchen. When they arrived, the smell of sea food and freshly baked dough. The sound of various pots, pans, and dishes soon reached their ears as well, as Ariel had already begun working on their welcome home dinner for Amy.

Turning towards the two, she waved happily. "My, my, you two look just like a natural couple!" A blush crept on Phillip's face and he shyed away. When he noticed Amy shivering from the corner of his eye, he turned to her in concern.

"Amy, are you sure you don't wanna rest first? The air conditioner isn't even on and you're shivering already."