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Mau watched the pokemon pick up the marker, and when it looked like he was about to throw it again, Mau pointed. "Do that again and you're not coming with us." He warned as Nyx began cracking up. He looked back at her then sighed. "What?" He knew what she was laughing at, and he died a little inside. Oh well. "... I'm going to go wash this crap out of my hair, then see what I can get for the picnic." He took a step back towards the door.

He was shaking his head as he left. The duffel bag he'd discarded earlier was now being dragged behind him as he made his way to his room for a quick shower. And goodness, was it good to get that gel out of his hair. It was stiff and uncomfortable. And thank mesprit he could throw out those contacts now.

Clean, and rid of the beach clothes, Mau felt more like himself. Of course, he would have to wait for his hair to grow out and the dye to fade before he was completely normal. He wasn't about to shave his head. That would be a little much. He didn't shave, and instead dumped his bag out on the floor to find his pokeballs. That... could just stay there for now. He'd get that later.

He was more or less right about the kitchen. There were many questionable items of food. Strained, steamed, mashed, mixed frozen, thawed, and reheated containers seemed to be everywhere. He shuddered just a little reading some of the cans. Cream corn... expired last year. Done.

Luckily there was bread. And lots of it. He just grabbed a loaf, a couple jars of jellies, peanut butter, some knives, and as many lemonades as would fit in the basket before returning to fetch Nyx.

Mau half waved with the basket in hand. He wore what seemed to be a trade mark button up shirt, this one in white, and uncharacteristic dark wash jeans and sneakers. "... Yeah well, it was dyed. I might dye it all black just to be rid of the silly blond tips." He shrugged. "But until it grows out, I'm stuck looking like a beach bum reject." He wanted to ask about her leg, but there would be time for that later. "You look nice." He said instead. It was different from seeing her in uniform, or a lab coat.

They took the elevator down to the garage, and with a generally nondescript car, they were off.

They were outside of Ambergris, between the decrepit town and the Cypress Forest. It might not actually be a park, but it was a nice spot all the same.

Mau would have helped smooth the blanket, but by the time he was near, Mendel had already set it up. Mau sat near-ish to Nyx. He frowned a little when she more or less demanded the story behind his hair.

"I was on a mission. Information came more easily when my target was distracted, so getting this done to my head was a small price to pay. And I stood out less with my hair like this, oddly enough." It was pretty bad that such an ugly hair style was so popular among beach goers. He wasn't about to go into details on the mission, not until he'd at least made a formal report.

Mau opened the basket. "There wasn't a whole lot of food that I thought we could eat, unless you wanted re-fried hash or something." He set out the bread, and a jar of jelly. "So what happened to your leg?" He asked before handing her one of the bottles of lemonade.

He shook his head. "If anything, I hope this wards off the younger ladies." He shrugged and listened to her. "Ouch... I know how that feels. I suppose all in all a broken leg is pretty mild compared to what could have happened." He fished out a second knife from the basket before grabbing some bread himself, smoothing a thin layer of peanut butter over the bread.

"Were you looking for any fossils in particular?" He asked, then remembered something. "You know... it's a shame you couldn't have just asked for a fossil. I found a root fossil on my first mission here in Kodo." His tone was slightly playful as he said it. "It's slightly broken though. So it might not be acceptable to the higher ups."

Mau kicked himself. He forgot to bring napkins. "Well, as long as it wasn't a complete, total waste. Hopefully what you found will be useful." Best not to ask. And since they weren't on base, it could well be dangerous to talk about it. Even if they were sort of out in nowhere-land.

He had just taken a bite of his own sandwich when Nyx continued speaking and mentioned the elite. "Was she angry?" He asked presently, when he was sure he wouldn't drool sandwich mush if he tried speaking.

"Well, he is an elite. I haven't really met him, but from what I've heard, he thinks he's entitled to do whatever he wants. Don't let him get to you." He took a few moments to finish his sandwich. "Elites have business to take care of too. It can't be easy to coordinate all the factions within the base. Now maybe I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt here, but he could have been there on official business." He was about to open up a lemonade for himself, but stopped. He looked at Nyx and smirked a little, trying to not laugh. "You have a little... something." He pointed to the side of his face. "It's actually a lot-something."

Well, that was lady like. Mau mused as Nyx wiped her mouth with the blanket. "I don't think it's contagious. Don't worry too much. Let it run it's course." He was about to open his can of lemonade when it was casually plucked from his hand. He eyed the can as a bulbasaur waddled closer, ignoring them and set the can down before beginning to gnaw on the metal canister. It was kind of amusing watching the little thing chew on it, then try and bat it around before studying it again.

Mau shifted a little, watching it before the pokemon pounced on the can, crushing it, and sending a spray of sweetened lemon water all over everything.