'Hiking in the mountains, definitely!' said the Angel garbed in cargo shorts, t-shirt and wide brimmed hat, a hiking stick in hand, backpack on back. Whistling 'the hills are alive....' from Sound of Music, the Angel began energetically walking up and down Stella's shoulder.<br/><br/>'Are you kidding?' scoffed the Devil who was wearing boating shoes, shorts, a fisherman's hat, and holding a fishing pole. 'Seriously, why work and get all sweaty climbing up a stupid mountain, and then have to walk down again? I mean who does that? That's for idiots.' And just for good measure the Devil began whistling the tune from Gilligan's Island.<br/><br/>'Take that back!' said the Angel who had set down the backpack and stood there, redfaced, brandishing the hiking stick, 'I'm not an idiot. Hiking in the mountains is a worthwhile endeavor.'<br/><br/>'Yeah, but unlikely to lead to much kissing, no?'<br/><br/>'Don't dare try distract me!' hissed the Angel, and began walking towards the Devil, who stood up and grabbed their fishing pole ready for a scuffle.<br/><br/>'Back off Wings, I have a fishing pole, and I'm not afraid to use it,' growled the Devil.<br/><br/>'Take it back!'<br/><br/>'Make me!'<br/><br/>The Angel struck out, but the Devil parried using the pole and used the momentum to get closer to the Angel and booped it on the nose.<br/><br/>This of course completely infuriated the Angel who then in a fit of anger head-butted Devil on the schnozzle.<br/><br/>'Owwww,' howled the injured party holding an aggrieved nose. 'You 'urt my node!'<br/><br/>'You had that coming!' crowed a triumphant Angel followed by a shriek of a dismay when Devil reached for silverblond curls and gave an almighty yank. Off balance the Angel began to fall.<br/><br/>'Wings.... use your wings!' yelled Devil, but the little Angel just tumbled end over end.<br/><br/>'Oh bother...' said Devil and quickly took his fly fishing pole and cast out, watching the hook and lure arc out in the air and ...<br/><br/>...there.<br/><br/>A solid pull on the line revealed contact. Devil quickly engaged the break and then slowly began reeling in the catch. It took a while, but finally the catch was close to eye level, and Devil saw his hook sticking out of the back of Angel's pants.<br/><br/>'See? We need fishing poles to reel in the good stuff...' said Devil and gently deposited the prize (it was at least<i>THIS </i>big), on dry land.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Stella of course, heard none of it. She only felt. Felt relived that Chloe was not, after all, a love interest, of Anton's. Felt the warmth of his embrace, the warm softness of his mouth on hers. Felt, his warm, firm hands on her hips. Oh yes, the peck on the cheek thing? 'That is history, Mister', she thought, enjoying the kiss until they broke apart, their arms still around each other.<br/><br/>She smiled up at him, "Lake, definitely lake,"