"I won't forgive you… not until you help me make a flower crown with these flowers."
Zach's pale face turned back to normal as he chuckled, "what are you, a kid?"
"Yes! In my world, I am eighteen so of course, I am a kid. If you need my forgiveness, help me make a crown."
Zach squatted and started looking for flowers for the crown, Miley chuckled and plucked the flowers and started weaving them together. Zach sat with his legs crossed passing flowers to her.
He scratched his head, "what colour do you want next?"
"Yellow."
He crawled and gathered yellow flowers. He sat next to Miley and passed her the yellow flowers. He peered at how she waved a halo out of wildflowers like an angel. While Miley was immersed in creating her crown, Zach pondered around the pasture, finally sitting wit
