「a little birdie told me something special, something secret」

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[feistytrader]

[-That's the weirdly nice guy that shot Weavile's ice- and speaking of ice, a nice quick layer of it covers Silver's shoes immediately as he stares at Ludger like a deer in headlights.

Weavile ducks right behind Milla's leg to boot. What's he doing here? These two know each other?]

[descendend]

[ What a reaction. Milla jerks a step forward when Weavile ducks behind her leg--please, please don't do that. She's still not comfortable with the whole tamed monsters thing! ]

It still matters. [ To her. The laws of it just don't apply here. She looks between Silver and Ludger, crossing her arms. ] He's the guy I was out hunting with at the beginning of the month. I'm more surprised that you know him, and that apparently you scare the living hell out of him. What did you do?

[mahouchrono]

He stole my GHS, so I chased him.

[That's all he really knows.]

[feistytrader]

[...So he was working on the batter, right? He's gonna keep working on that, especially since he doesn't have to face Ludger to do it.

Weavile moves from Milla to Silver's legs instead and warily stares at Ludger. He's not taking his eyes off of him.]

[descendend]

Mind explaining why Featherbutt keeps staring at you like you're about to try something funny then, even though a peepit's more intimidating than you are?

[mahouchrono]

I would tell you if I knew.

[But right now? He's as confused as you are, Milla.]

[feistytrader]

It's okay. I gave him his phone back. He was nice about it.

[His voice and expression are level enough, but that ice around his feet isn't going anywhere and Weavile doesn't budge an inch.

But Silver does- he turns around and bows his head briefly.] I'm sorry. I won't give you any trouble. [And then it's back to having his focus on the batter.]

[descendend]

Huh. [ Now that's... something else. ] So you give me lip, but he gets an apology.

[mahouchrono]

... It's fine.

[He doesn't care that much. He got his phone back.]

He did seem pretty brave.

[Giving Milla lip...]

[feistytrader]

...Do you want an apology for something?

[Just. Just try to act normal. Maybe not comfortable, but not. Strange. He's weirdly nice, remember? Just take it easy.]

[descendend]

After all the trouble you put me through? [ She's just gonna check on her strawberries. They're fine and get a quick stir she tries not to wince about how it definitely feels like some of them are sticking to the bottom. ] Absolutely.

[feistytrader]

[Ha. Haha. Ha.

No.]

Sorry you were wrong. [There's no way in hell he's apologizing for saving a monster's life.]

[mahouchrono]

[PFFFFFFT.]

Y-You're right about heh... him giving you lip.

[descendend]

[ If looks could kill, you two. ]

Thanks. [ O-kay, she's mad enough to consider this while she makes her strawberry syrup more... syrupy and less pulpy... and nudges Silver out of the way so she can check his batter and fix anything that needs it before she adds her stuff to it. ] Are you just gonna stand there laughing, or do you wanna help out? Or get out. We don't need distractions.

[feistytrader]

...Should I give him the apron?

[The completely flour covered apron, much like how he's also completely flour covered...]

[mahouchrono]

It's fine.

[He'll hold up a hand. No worries, Silver, he's sure there's another one. One that's less flour covered.]

What are you making?

[descendend]

[ Spoilers: There's not and he's going to have to work with a towel around his waist. Or take over for Milla and he can have her cute frilly one. ]

These things called "poffins". They're from Silver's world and since we don't have a ton of options for dessert yet, I thought I'd try my hand at making some. That's why he's here in the first place. [ Also she probably hasn't fed him yet. This probably counts towards that though. ] They're moist, not crumbly, and soft enough to pull apart. No filling either.

[ Gently, gently... She'll fold it all together herself. ]

Also, apparently they're cooked in pots and you've gotta stir them until they're fully cooked. But not too fast.

[feistytrader]

[Weavile makes a bunch of arm gestures to help describe them better.]

Yeah. [...Man does he actually have to work with the really strange nice person- hey, no, don't make it weird, act natural, remember?

Jeez-]

[mahouchrono]

They sound interesting.

[And he has a name for the kid now. That's good.]

How can I help?

[descendend]

[ Into the pot it goes.... She'll pivot and hold out a wooden spoon to him. ]

You get to stir, while Silver and I take a break. Remember not to do it too fast.

[feistytrader]

As fast as you can without letting any spill out.

[He should correct that. Of course, Silver's not in the market for taking a break- he wants to see Mister Nice make poffins. Weavile climbs up onto Silver to get a good look too.]

[mahouchrono]

[He nods. As fast as he can? Well, he won't know until he tries. So time to start stirring.

... but Silver is staring at him. Huh.]

Aren't you taking a break?

[feistytrader]

I want to watch.

[Weavile nods; he's got their undivided attention.]

[mahouchrono]

If you're sure.

[He doesn't mind. He's just confused, especially with how skittish Silver was just before this.

But hey, he won't look a gift horse in the mouth.]

[feistytrader]

[Look, Milla likes you and you're making a treat for Pokémon. He's going to try to get along.

Besides, Ludger's stirring up something that looks a lot more like a poffin, and Silver glows a little while watching him. Keep stirring, keep stirring--!]