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Ah, learning to cook is such an obstacle. Ah! But learning to cook by yourself, now there is a hurdle terribly difficult to overcome! Missus Lennyka Patrissia Dinkley knew nothing of the talents on the stove. Yet, when a nagging, overweight Growlithe of hers nagged her for something to eat in the middle of the night, she chose to oblige it instead of having her butt bitten.

Three ante meridian, Len was in the cafeteria kitchen throwing random items together to prepare a meal for her Growlithe. However, with no experience on the stove, the contents boiling in the pot looked as though it would come alive and start clawing its way towards an exit. Hestia sat quietly like a giant ball of chub with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

"Alright, I guess this looks good?" murmured the glasses wearing girl as she plopped what looked to be a hunk of somewhat moldy cheese. Don't people ever clean out the fridges? "Oh, the heat it kind of low . . . but won't really go higher than this . . . Hestia, could you supply some heat please?"

Oh, could she ever! The Growlithe pumped a terrible Ember at the stove and caused it to explode to a medium ignite of fire. However, the flames caught hold of Len's pajamas and sent her flying out of the kitchen, her pajama back aflame.

"Wah, ah!" she cried, thrusting herself into the tuck, duck and roll maneuver. By Arceus, why!

Len felt her insides squiggle and twirl like the crayon lines of a young one drawing upon the walls. It was than she registered in her mind: explosions were bad, very bad. In events in the future, avoid explosions as much as possible. The teal haired Rocket grunt's throat went as raw as sandpaper as she tried to scramble up an excuse for her idiocy.

"I-It was an accident!" she stammered, though her tone could not hide the fact it was certainly a lie. How childish.

Hestia jiggle-walked out of the kitchen, highly upset she was not getting her so-called "after-midnight snack". She sat her fluffy butt next to her owner who was examining the burned indication of scorched linen on her favorite pair of pajamas. No matter how much she loved fire (not so much explosions anymore), she was upset one of her favorite suit of clothing was ruined.

She tilted a head at the man and wondered ever so slightly was it terrible a twenty-one year old woman was now having her mess cleaned by another. Ah, where was Sorano when you needed him?

Len pursed her lips as she raised herself to barefoot feet, swishing the elements of ashen soot off her figure. The remnants of once flames is certainly hard to get out of clothing when it is to be washed. Yet now that there was an evident hole in her garments, they would rather be finding themselves into a bin for trash rather than one for unwashed clothing. As the Rocket man demanded, than demanded and offered a snack in exchange for her storytelling, Lem harumphed.

Really now? "Really now?" she said with a stern upper lip. "Don't get so high and mighty just because you happened to save my butt!"

Hestia agreed with a "Gruff!" Unlike her owner, though, she was just glad she was getting something for her patient waiting. What a good dog she was!

Folding her arms across her bosom, Len stretched the mar of her mouth across her cheeks. She was never good at telling stories (no matter how much she wished she was an author!), but now that one was demanded to tell one, she chose her words correctly.

"I was making something to eat for Hestia, my Growlithe." A pause. "I told her to use Ember because the fire was a tad bit too low." Another pause. "And she exploded the kitchen. Happy?"

"It wouldn't go up any higher." she retorted. Now that was the truth, as her tonality was fair and ungentle when she was embarrassed. However, Len's definition of a low flame on a stove in actuality is a blaring fire. Ah, what would you expect for a woman who mastered and dabble really only in the matter of fire types? She did own others -- yes -- but she did not have the skill of her brother for getting to know them all. Ah, Sorano . . .

Hestia hiccuped as hunger made itself present on her face. She approached with mild curiousity and mostly avarice towards the man, scratching up her paws to the lower cupboards to get look at what he was making.

Len motioned to the side of him and snatched up a sandwich, sliding it into the chasms of her mouth with a chomp. She filled her mouth well until she turned the fellow and asked, "Sow, whab brinbs youb hereb tob TRbHQb?" Which translates to, "So, what brings you here to TRHQ?" Might as well start conversation with this guy, he was now her new company for the evening.

She swallowed, "You don't strike me as the type to really join an evil syndicate." Than again, neither was she, but she had her reason and it was not too much of a secret either.

Hestia gave a rather gluttonous scowl at Conrad. She stuffed her nose into the bowl, clamped the side with her mouth and scooted away as far as possible from the Eevee as possible. It was her food, hers!

Len's sorrel eyes followed her Growlithe wearing a, "What the hell is she doing?" expression. She sighed next, rolled her shoulders and tugged at one of her braidtails.

"It's not a long tale, but I will try to sum it up the best I can." she began, leaning against the kitchen counter and twiddling the ends of her teal braid now. "My parents fell into a debt after my father took blame for something he didn't do. Even so, my poppa got fired and the man who actually did the accident kept his. It was unfair. Even worse, the company's owner daughter was injured . . . than died. He sued and my family lost. I was suppose to go on my Pokemon journey at ten but I stayed home to work. Even when I was sixteen, we were still paying off the money we owed to the company owner. My family's steady intake of money was now all concentrated on paying for our debt. My brother, Sorano, had disappeared from our home when he was ten. My family said he started his Pokemon journey, so they didn't care that he left. However, my mother decided that we needed him home. We needed more money to pay off out debt since we were struggling, so they pushed me out into the world to find him and bring him back home."

Len sighed. "I traveled all over Kanto, did I mention I was from Saffron?, to find him. With no luck, I tracked down his best friend, Moose, and learned he was actually in Team Rocket. He got transferred here to Kodo. Well, his best friend had some . . . err . . . intimate relations with one of the hire ups in the Kanto branch and got me in without much trouble. They even transferred me here too. Since I've been here, I've been trying to force him back home. No, rather, I thought I could force him back home. Yet, I can't. He's broken all ties with me now that he ranked up and is now an Agent. He does talk to me sometimes, sure, but I can't bring him home. So I'm stuck here, unfortunately, trying to make the most I can. I eventually want to rank up myself . . . so I can get to where he is and talk some sense into him."

She smirked a little, and still concentrated some eyes on her hair. "I'd rather kill him than return home without him, because I don't want to face my parents' wrath . . . especially my mother's." Even with her somewhat childish tone, there seemed to be a hint of seriousness in her voice. It was truth, she hated her brother enough to want him dead. Why? Well, you don't need a reason to hate someone . . . right?

Len twisted her mouth up. "Oh, be definitely glad you do NOT have siblings. Don't doubt me either, I'll get there soon." she replied with a huff. At this point, her eyes returned to an incoming chubby Growlithe who was making her way over to the duo with an empty bowl in her mouth. Just by expression alone, Len could tell Hestia wanted more.

"Mm, no, I would just have to kill him." she laughed. "That's the only answer."

Bending down, Len struggled to bring her Growlithe to her bosom to hold. By Arceus, she was HEAVY! The Growlithe kicked and struggled to make itself comfortable. She wasn't a fan of being held.

"Hey, how can I thank you for the food?" she asked. "You're obviously looking for something if you're willing to make something to for my glutton of a Growlithe and I."

"Gruff." She wasn't a glutton!

"Lennyka Patrissia Dinkley." she replied. " . . . and that is not enough, though you have my word I will not make a fool of myself again . . . though can't make any promise." She held up an index finger here, and fingered the inside of her pajamas' breast pocket. Removing what seemed to be a slip of paper, she handed it to the man.

"I work in the filing department, taking care of all those important papers and stuff after everything is put into TR's database. When you're in the mood to have a snack, ring up that number by the desk. I'll take a lunch break and make you a return meal." She laughed next. "I promise I won't burn anything!" That was certainly a lie. "Thanks again."

Len had turned to leave, sloshing a few steps back to her quarters before she turned on her heel and stared back to the other.

"Mister Alexander, it has been a pleasure to meet you too." she smiled and bowed in a professional manner. He was the second person who happened to know her tale. This was certainly terrible . . . what if she were to get monitored by higher ups? Ah, she'd worry about that later. She knew herself to be no threat.

With that, she turned to leave again but paused. "Ah, one more thing." she called, now a distance away. "Hestia challenges your Eevee to a battle next time they meet!"

Hestia blanched. "Gruff!" What! She hadn't said that!