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[welljustwatchme]

A: 1447 Mitchell Road, kitchen

[Canada is in a wonderful mood this morning, humming sea shanties while she makes breakfast and everything. This isn't, in itself, weird at all. It happens at least once a week. Conversation, though, is peppered with helpful (?) comments on how her housemates can have a good day.]Now, Hilda, be sure to keep your

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[backinblackcity]

[Hilda is startled enough to actually wake up properly--she's usually about half awake in the morning.]

Huh? I do keep them in check.

[Cinccino voices her indignation on the matter, as she is far from a disgrace thank you. Samurott just looks uneasy.]

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[welljustwatchme]

But they're all over the place.

[Canada gives Hilda a warm smile, ignoring the Pokemon around. This is for Hilda's own good, obviously. It's the nicest way Canada can put it.]

[backinblackcity]

You've never had a problem with them before.

[welljustwatchme]

Not that I've said.

[backinblackcity]

What about your polar bear?

[welljustwatchme]

...

[You've stumped podCanada on that one, actually, and she casts a sort of wary glance towards the bear in question, looking at her expectantly from across the room, before she answers.]

Don't question your elders. When you've been around a few hundred years, then we'll talk.

[backinblackcity]

I'm not going to be around for a few hundred years.

[welljustwatchme]

And so we know who is going to remain the experienced one, then.

[backinblackcity]

...You're really not acting normal.

[welljustwatchme]

You don't know what you're talking about, Hilda.

[backinblackcity]

It's obvious. Mayfield must have done something.

[welljustwatchme]

Mayfield's always doing something. Did you consider it's done something to you?