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[witchoftwominds]

She's trying. Honest she is.

Agnes is in the bar again, specifically, at the bar, working on some bread and cheese and a glass of lemonade.

She's in a fairly decent mood, which means she's unlikely to scream or cry at you. But the question is whether you want to take the chance.

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[mysterious_seed]

That Bulbasaur's a real risk-taker.

Or not. Still, the girl may notice that there's a turquoise... thing gazing at her from under a nearby table.

[witchoftwominds]

It's certainly not any kind of animal she's ever seen before. But if there's one thing the witch has learned, it's that there's a lot more outside of Lancre than she ever imagined.

"Hello?" she says hesitantly.

[mysterious_seed]

"Bulba, saur." the creature says quietly. It's not quite certain about this person's mood, but thought it might not hurt to see if she wanted some company.

[witchoftwominds]

Agnes' eyes go wide and she grins.

"Well, hello there, little guy... you want some cheese?"

[mysterious_seed]

Cheese definitely sounds like food. With a smile, the pokémon steps out of hiding. "Saur, saur!" That would be a yes, probably.

[witchoftwominds]

She cuts a piece off the hunk that she was given and sets it down on the floor by her feet.

"There you go," she coos.

[mysterious_seed]

There is munching, and then a small, if satisfied, burp. Twin vines shoot out from the base of the bulb on the creature's back and cover its mouth as it looks a bit sheepish. Maybe she didn't notice. Bulbasaur tries to act suave.

"Saursasaursaur bulba, bulbasaur. Bulbasaursaur bulba, bulba," it says casually, scrambling frantically hopping nimbly onto a nearby bar stool.

[witchoftwominds]

"Well, aren't you a clever thing?" she asks, surprised. She cuts off another piece and slides it over to him.

[mysterious_seed]

"Saur," it gives her a crinkle-eyed smile. Modesty would probably not be its middle name, if it had one. The second bit of cheese disappears as quickly as did the first. Still, it is better to give than to receive, and after studying its dinner companion for a moment, it turns back to the Bar.

"Saurbulbabulbasaur saur, bulbasaur. Saur saur bulba bul'saur." After a moment, the Bar produces a large mug of coffee and a tall glass of beer in front of the pokémon. Bulbasaur's vines promptly slide the two beverages over in front of Agnes.

"Bulba, saur." It says, head inclined graciously.

[witchoftwominds]

Okay, that gets a stare. It hadn't really occured to her that the little thing was actually trying to say something.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand you. But thank you."

She takes the coffee, adds sugar, and sips at it. The beer is slid away.

[mysterious_seed]

Bulbasaur grasps the beer with a vine and lifts it in a toast. "Saursasaursaur, bulbasaursaur!" It then tips the whole thing back at a gulp. One wouldn't really expect something the size of an English Bulldog to down alcohol that quickly, but hey.

[witchoftwominds]

This would be Agnes: O.O!!!

"Whoa, there, little guy! Not so fast! You'll get sick if you drink that much."

[mysterious_seed]

The creature shrugs. "Bulbasaursaur, saur bulba. Bulba ba saur. Saursaursaur bulbasaur." Bulbasaur doesn't get sick easily - after all, it is a very strong, tough pokémon. However, its next order from the Bar is more sensible: a large fruit salad and a bowl of water.

"Saurbulbasaur bulba saur... bulbasaursaur?" Aren't three-syllable vocabularies lovely?

[witchoftwominds]

"Okay, that's a little better. You make sure you eat all of that."

She cuts him off a hunk of the bread and sets it beside the bowl.

"That, too. It'll help."

[mysterious_seed]

Bulbasaur winks at her. "Saur Saur" it says, in a "yes ma'am" tone of voice. It would probably salute if it weren't concerned about losing its balance on the stool.

The pokémon burries its face in the salad, making short work of it, then demolishes the hunk of bread. It is certainly an accomplished eater! When it looks up again, there is raspberry vinaigrette on its nose, and what look to be strawberry or kiwi seeds on its cheeks.

[witchoftwominds]

She laughs in spite of her dour mood earlier and gets a napkin from Bar.

"What a mess!" she teases as she wipes the little fella's face clean.