Note this story is a sequel (sort of) to the story "Easter Egg Hunting" so if you want to know characters as well as outfits then read that first. This part will be written from the perspective of Taeyeon

"Aaaaahhh"

"Aaaaahhh"

"You are loving this aren't you Tae"

I opened my eyes to see Mrs. Jones smiled at me through the layer of chocolate that was still covering her face.

"Oh of course. How could I not?"

And I really did mean it. It was my first real Easter in the US (I had been here in April last year but hadn't really been able to adjust anywhere by then) and it had been one of the most exciting days of my life. For the first time in my life I had been able to swim and play in mud for my own enjoyment, something I was told was common in this country, and it all ended with a bath in the warmest, sweetest and most delicious chocolate I have ever been around.

"Well it could ruin your dress, well even more so than it already has been"

I, of course, did consider that but it wasn't too big of a concern to me. I had received the dress through goodwill and if my stint in the pool earlier was anything to go by, then it would wash off rather easily. Besides I thought doing it all in a dress was supposed to enhance the enjoyability But really I was more concerned with what Mrs. Jones thought.

"You did not look very concerned with that outfit"

"Oh trust me I was. that is why I am very grateful you went into the the lake and mud though I guess that didn't end up mattering much huh"

I had figured this actually, But I felt no need to argue, I thought it would sound weird anyways if I were to try to explain why I SHOULD be the one getting wet and messy in my clothes

"It was no problem at all. I quite liked it really"

"Really? Why?"

"I don't really understand why. Maybe part of it was that it reminded me of childhood growing up in Korea and being able to play in the rain and mud when it was the season. I mean I shouldn't be envied but it was a fun experience often"

"That does sound quite nice. Say what does it feel like?"

"Water or mud?"

"Both actually"

I didn't really know the best way to describe it. Feelings I felt always had to be experienced to truly understand

"The best way to learn is to try it out"

"And waste any of this chocolate? No way!"

I did understand this. The chocolate was of some of the highest quality and must certainly not be wasted at all. I decided that I may as well try.

"Ah, I understand. The water really depends on the weather. On a hot day like today it is like a cascade of fresh air drapes you and soothes everything at once. On an average day it makes me feel uncomfortable"

"What about mud?"

"In many ways I wind it similar though the mud doesn't offer the same feeling of weightlessness as floating in water. Mud also has that smell. On the other hand though the feeling of being engulfed and caressed is far bigger and it feels very relaxing"

"I assume they also make you feel heavier"

"Of course. Just walking back to the church from the mud puddle felt several times harder just because of the weight of my dress"

"Alright. That's good to know"

"Why? Does Mrs. Jones want to take a dip in the mud"

"Who knows, you certainly make it sound like such a good time. But it could always damage the clothes, just look at Jessica's skirt, it's all brown now"

She was right. I looked over at Jessica as she climbed up the diving board again. I estimated she must have spent at least half an hour just swimming in the pool and her skirt had only changed from a darkish brown to a light one. I personally liked the color, but it was just me. I had another idea though

"Going in naked is possible"

"Haha, I guess I could, if I wanted to, say have you?"

I had in fact many times. In Korea I would often have to work naked as my family couldn't afford to wash both our bodies and clothes.

"One or two times maybe. I liked the smoothness of it better and I have heard mud is healthy for skin. I do not think it feels as naughty, really this is the first time I have gone into mud in an outfit like this"

"What is the difference to you"

"It feels more rebellious when doing something in an outfit like this, and being rebellious has always been in my nature growing up under the Rising Sun's boot. Plus I don't really worry about ruining this specific dress. This dress was basically mud color anyways"

"Easy for you too say. Just look at my Cardigan. Can you believe this was pure white just an hour ago?"

"Don't forget about those gloves." I said, trying to lighten her up more.

"Oh right can't forget about them can I?"

"Or the hat"

"True, I can not forget the hat either, In fact would you mind fetching that for me? I believe Jane still has it."

"And leave this nice relaxing hot tub? No way! It is not my hat anyways"

"Alright fine, I'll just call her over, JANE!"

Jane was just about to dive,when she heard her name called and ended up slipping off the board and falling into the pool with a large splash.

"Hey, no fair, give me another chance Amelia"

"That is doable I guess but be back soon or else your turn will get handed over"

With that Jane ran over to the "tub" to hear Mrs. Jones speak.

"What may I do for you Mrs. Jones"

"Remember that hat I gave to you earlier?"
"Oh yes of course. Thank you very much we all enjoyed the chocolate a lot"

"You're welcome dear, but I would like it back. Where is it?"

"Oh um. There it is" Jane said pointing to a group of four women consisting of Miss Simmons, Miss Morrison, Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. Miller.

They were on the nearer end of the pool with two nets on the side. Judging from the way they were throwing around the hat it looked as though they were playing a type of frisbee. Jane was just about to call them over when I interrupted her in order to make a bet.

"Let's make a deal. Whichever team wins will decide on a forfeit. How does that sound?"

"I am not supposed to gamble in general you know, especially not on a sacred day such as today."

This was a response that was unfortunately rather expected. I decided then to sweeten the deal for her.

"Ok how about this then? I will fill up my purse with chocolate and the winner gets it that way you lose nothing if you lose but will gain if you win?"

"OK, that seems reasonable."

"Best two out of three alright?"

She accepted this deal and went over to the 4 women to start the game. As she knew them better than I did she was allowed to choose the team she wanted. After a few seconds she came up to me and said she wanted Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. Miller. Leaving me with Miss Simmons and Miss Morrison.

The rules were then established. Goals were scored if the hat went into the net then a point was scored. If the hat touched the side of the pool or went into the other half then it was considered out of bounds and it was a turn over. If the hat touched landed on the surface of the water then it was considered a loose hat and could be grabbed by anyone. The hat could not be taken out of someone's hand and would have to be caught in mid air. With the rules set the four maidens got out of the pool and took their sides. The game was about to begin with the Wedded Wet Dresses (Jane's team) vs the Soaking Wet Singles (My team). We were able to get Miss Wagner and Mrs. Fischer to come and referee the game.

"On your Mark get set.."

"GOOOO" yelled Mrs. Fischer before tossing the hat upwards and the four women instantly dove in after it. It soon became clear to both me and Jane that maybe she hadn't thought her picks through. While it was true that the the two married women were generally more athletic, (At least according to Mrs. Jones) But they were carried down by two things. The first was that Mrs. Wallace (I think) wore glasses that had a habit of coming off whenever she went under water and had to retrieve them. The second was that Mrs. Miller had opted to where a tight yellow dress that greatly constricted her leg movement. Neither of the women were expecting to go swimming today so they were ill prepared. My two ladies, both with large skirts, however were able to manuvor rather freely and were able to score the first goal in under a minute of play time.

"GOOOOOOOOOAAAAALLLLL" shouted Mrs. Fischer. The four girls got out again and with another "on your mark get set go" the four of them were dove in and swam straight towards the Hat. Within a few seconds a hat had reached the other teams goal again and went sailing right in.

"We won woohoo eat it" I heard Miss Simmons shouting

"Um no you didn't" said Miss Wagner.

"What are you talking about? Look, the hat is in the goal." stated Miss Simmons firmly

"No, A hat is in the goal" retorted Mrs. Fischer. "But not the right hat see? This one is blue and has been covered in cheese."

"Wait so then where is the correct hat?" asked a Sheepish Miss Morrison

"Why it's here" yelled Mrs. Miller (or whichever was wearing the yellow dress) and lightly tossed the hat into my team's goal and set the score to a 1-1 tie. I would have made a complaint but that probably would have involved getting out. I figured we would probably win the next round

"Alright Match point" said Mrs. Fischer. For one last time the hat was thrown straight up into the air and the four ladies dove in again. The final match ended up being the most balanced as after the first two rounds, my girls' dresses were soaking up water and in the grumpiness that ensued the ending of the last game, had not wrung out their dresses leaving them far heavier than they would have been. The hat itself had also gained weight and it landed in the water several times resulting in numerous turnovers. Eventually after several minutes of this the hat had entered my teams goal for the last time and the game was settled.

A loud cheer was heard from the opposing team and much splashing was seen.

"Great Job Gertty." said Mrs. Fischer before giving Miss Wagner a "hug" and the two both ended up splashing in the pool. Jane seemed to find this hilarious and burst out laughing before losing her balance, flailing for a bit and eventually landing in head first herself. A few seconds later she came back up this time with the hat atop her head before proceeding to walk over to me.

"Hello Miss Park. Do you have something for me?"

With a sigh I reached back and got my purse, opened it before lowering it into the chocolate and handing it over to her.

"Thank you." she said "and here YOU go" she said whilst putting the sopping wet hat atop my head.

She then went skipping back and opening the bag for her and her team to enjoy. At the same time my team was walking over to the tub for a sort of post game speech of sorts

"So how we do" asked Miss Simmons

I wasn't really one who had been good with giving constructive, or really any advice, outside of "ask the leader" . I especially wasn't sure what to say about a sport I have never played in my life.

"Well you didn't win" was my first response

"Well we tried our best, Miss," replied Miss Morrison.

"I'm aware but why wasn't it good enough"

"Those bastards tricked us" was Miss Simmons's response. Miss Morrison instead said "It was because this dress is too heavy, I swear I'm a better swimmer usually"

"Are not." Retorted Miss Simmon's

I decided to chime in before this would lead to an argument "How about you guys have a race around the pool. 5 laps and whoever wins can make the other do something or other"

The two women seemed to agree and ran off.

"Oh here's your hat" I said to Miss Jones

"No, I think it fits you better. Keep it"

"Really? Well thank you"

"If you don't mind I'm going to take a nap"

This sounded like a good idea to me and I decided to follow her league and I shut my eyes and let the feeling of the chocolate consume me.

I woke only about 20 minutes later when I had sunk under the surface of the chocolate and began to have trouble breathing. I instantly shot right back out of the top and began to unclog my ears. The first sound I was welcomed to was Miss Jones's hysterical laughter.

"Say it looks like they are wrapping up"

I rubbed my eyes slowly moving the chocolate out of the way to take a look. Sure enough she was right. I found this unacceptable

"Well I personally say that they all look a little too clean, I think that's a travesty. They should really present themselves like we saw them, You know looking like us"

"Hold on, I got this, HEY! WHICHEVER OF YOU LADIES IS THE MUDDIEST WHEN THE NEXT BELL RINGS GETS 30 GALLONS OF CHOCOLATE"

With that the ten women began to rush towards the mud pits. I couldn't blame them of course as they all threw themselves into the brown slop, ironed out dresses, applied make up, done hair, pristine gloves, would all be replaced by a new thick gooey brown form of Fashion. I could barely hold in my excitement

The nature with which the women went about accomplishing their goal was very different in nature. Some were like me and just threw themselves in there and began rolling around, jumping, sliding, face planting and even making mud angels, all in all the goal was to have a fun time and many of them (notably Mrs. Fischer, and Miss Simmons) were accomplishing it to the fullest extent. Others took a different approach of getting it and soaking all of the mud into every aspect of their skin and outfits in order to make it last longer. In many ways it was similar to what I was doing in the chocolate bath right now. It made me believe that they had all been secretly enjoying this. What intrigued me most though was the way in which the two Hawthorne women went about it. They treated it like a form of getting ready with each clump of mud careful placed so as to ensure maximum coverage. The two went about removing different articles of clothing so as to soak the mud up for each individually. Once done with the clothing they had moved on to the skin were each layer was smoothed perfectly before moving on to the next, lastly the did their hair by sort of shampooing the mud into their scalps and across every part of their locks.

Time must have went by fast as the bells were soon ringing and all ten women began making their way back. I looked at them and was highly impressed. On not one of their bodies or outfits did I see a color that was not the darkest hue of brown of which the mud produced. Mrs. Jones and I decided to grade them on something different, who had most creatively styled themselves for the mud and the choice for that was clear:Emilia Hawthorne who after all of this had still managed to present herself in a way that defined elegance and class.

"OK, you may all go back to doing what you wish"

The women began to make their way to the showers including Mrs. Hawthorne before we stopped her.

"And just where do you think you are going, Mrs. Hawthorne?"

"Why to wash off of course." she said in a rather matter of fact tone.

"But if you were to do that you be clean wouldn't you" Miss Jones said

"Yes, that is my reasoning"

"And if you were clean you wouldn't be the muddiest of the women, and dare I say most marvelous looking woman here"

"I don't see what you are saying"

"What we mean is that you need to stay this way until you receive your prize"

Mrs. Hawthorne looked disappointed by this but was soon comforted by her daughter.

"Hey, Momma don't worry I won't leave you alone and will stay looking like this too. Besides you said that being covered in mud was no excuse not be your best you"

This seemed to cheer her up enough but she still wanted to know when she would receive her prize.

"You will receive your prize when your husband gets here to pick up the chocolate" I said "infact, here is right now" added Mrs. Jones as he did begin to come up the hill with two other children (aged 17 and 14)

"Well UmEmilia you look"

"Marvelous? I know I was told"

"Well Um of course you do but that isn't what I was gonna say"

"Well you should because she does and I would punish you if you didn't" barged in Margaret

"So what happened anyways?" asked their seventeen year old son Mark.

"Oh nothing, we both just accidentally fell into a rather deep mud pit while egg hunting but no big deal"

At that moment the other 8 women all came out of the bathroom. While many of them showered and shampooed evidence a very much intentional mud bath still appeared on many of their outfits. The younger daughter, Layla, then gave her mom a cheeky grin telling her to give the real answer.

"OK, me and Margaret did go in a bit, but it was for easter egg hunting"

"Oh don't lie mom you loved it just as much as I did"

"Ok fine I did, and I plan on wearing a similar outfit to the spa next weekend"

Layla then asked "So can I do it someday? Please"

With a nudge on the shoulder and a smile from Margaret, Mrs. Hawthorne obliged. The Family then picked up their chocolate and left along with the rest of the churchgoers, well except for some.

"Oh hey" I heard Mrs. Jones yelled out before I turned around and saw her husband and ten year old daughter, Josephine, scooping up and eating the chocolate on her body and clothes.

"Hey, Dear you won the prize I see?" said Mr Jones

"You knew about this?" she asked bewildered

"Yep, I even helped him plant the eggs in some of the locations, including in the pot right here"

With that said I dove under and started looking around and sure enough there was one final egg. I handed it over to Mr Jones and he thanked me. The day was now coming to an end Jane had given me back my purse, and the vat, still holding me and Mrs. Jones was loaded onto the trailer of their car. We received many odd looks as we drove back but I didn't care, I was having the time of my life.

"Do you want to do this again next year"

All I could think to say was "Hell yes!"


Note I have never been in mud or chocolate before so I have no clue if what was said here was at all accurate.