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The scent of lemons welcomed her as she stepped into the house. A smile crossed her face remembering how she and Luna had pretended to make lemonade using the water from the creek. It hadn't been drinkable, had had a frog in it, but they'd both dared the other to take a sip. Ginny had spent a week in bed from that. That had been the moment they'd become more than just neighbors, but best friends.
“I made lemonade,” Luna stated, holding up an icy looking glass pitcher filled with pale yellow liquid. Ginny stared at it, at the lemon slices floating on top.
“No frogs, right?” she asked. Luna laughed and shook her head.
“No, no frogs this time,” she answered, “at least, no real ones,” she added, smirking as she tilted the pitcher down a little so Ginny could see something green and frog shaped.
“Luna!”
“It's a lime! I cut it in the shape of a frog,” she explained, sitting the pitcher down on the table, next to two matching glasses. “I wanted to remember that day, because it was, hopefully, the second best day of my life.”
“Oh? What's the first then?” Ginny asked.
Luna pulled a small square box from her pocket, opening it, and revealing the ring sparkling inside.
“That'll be today, if you say 'yes' to marrying me?”
Ginny let out a squeal before throwing her arms around Luna.
“Yes, a million yeses!”
She kissed her passionately, noticing a tiny movement on the table, a small green tree frog that was definitely not made of a lime, hopping into one of the empty glasses. She broke the kiss slowly.
“Did you use a real frog to get the shape of the lime right?” she asked, nodding towards the table. Luna looked over.
“Oh, he escaped! Don't worry, I promise he wasn't in the lemonade!” she exclaimed, grabbing the frog and tucking him into her pocket.
Ginny laughed, pouring their drinks, and holding hers up, toasting to their, hopefully frog-free, future.