Harvest Fair (part four)

"No... I don't want to be a pig." Chiba stared at the pig puppet that Nix had made for the contest. The golden-haired goddess had gone nearly a week without wearing her ring.

Nix smiled at his Sword Master and shrugged. "Fine, I was only asking. I'll get one of the Trams to do it. Not everyone wants to be greased up and run around in the mud while a bunch of shirtless men try and capture you."

Chiba's pale face blushed slightly as her creepy smile widened considerably. "I'm sorry... What was that last part?"

Nix held up a hand. "No worries. I just thought it would be more entertaining if we didn't use a real pig."

Chiba cleared her throat. "I was being too selfish. Of course, if my lovely Apprentice asks me, then I will definitely do it."

Nix nodded to himself while keeping a straight face, she was way too easy. "I'll grease you up myself."

Chiba stepped closer and lowered her voice slightly. "Who's my date for the Harvest dance?"