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"No, no," he said with a slight chuckle. "It's a common symptom of hangovers, so I thought I'd ask before seeing if you wanna go get breakfast." He arched his back slightly, twisting at the waist a few times. "Eggs, toast, bacon, and coffee are all home remedies for hangovers, so..." Not to mention he was rather hungry himself, and even the thought of bacon was enough to make his stomach growl.

"Breakfast it is, then," he grinned. "If you want we could play it fancy and hit up some place in Camphoreon. The cafeteria eggs can be a bit... worrying, if you know what I mean." What he meant was that they were often a strange consistency and a stranger color, never mind the flavor.

"Wha--? Oh, no, I was fine," he assured, waving a hand dismissively. "Honestly I didn't even realize I wasn't in my own bed until I looked around." Lying 101: Selective Dispensation of the Truth. He really had been confused, but it wasn't because he had been comfortable. In fact, if his neck and back had voices, Claire would have known just how much of a lie it was, because they were absolutely screaming in protest. He'd been in worse situations before, though, and felt he was well-prepared to deal with a sore back.

"Ah, that makes two of us, then. I've been to Camphoreon once to pick up some supplies from the outpost-" happy soap, "-but I've never actually been into the city proper." He had arrived in Makko's small port and spent the majority of his time in Sandalwood before enlisting with Team Rocket, and while he had heard a great deal of the city, he had never had the opportunity to experience it. "It'll be an adventure, then, huh?" He grinned; nothing like a good old-fashioned adventure to start the day!

He laughed a bit, his smile remaining. "You've got to stop apologizing for stuff that's not your fault, especially when I'm telling you that I'm fine." And anyway, talking about it was making him want to stretch his shoulders, which would completely give away his already-mostly-given-away lie. "But yeah, you mind if I head back to my room and hit up a change of clothes before we head out?" Because at this point, the clothes that he was wearing were practically pajamas, awful wrinkles included.

"Awesome, I'll just trust your sense of direction, then," he said. They could always just pick the first place the found serving breakfast and eat there, but picking the first street they came across that looked like it would head back towards the desert was not the best way to not get lost.

"What? No I won't!" His response was given in the same tone as that of a child holding a cookie behind his back whose mother had just asked him if he had taken a cookie. "And anyway, sure, 20 minutes is fine. I'll wait in the garage."

He departed from the room with a slight wave of his hand, making a point of yawning - not stretching - as soon as he was out of sight. Once that was out of the way, he proceeded to rotate at his waist, roll his shoulders and neck, and raise his arms vertically. Arceus, it was like he had been waiting years for the opportunity to scratch an itch and could finally get to it. He continued with a series of smaller, more localized stretches as he moved down the hall and towards his own room, where he took a brief shower, dressed himself in non-wrinkled clothes, and grabbed a quick pain-killer - just for good measure. He remembered to grab Merry's and Snow's pokeballs before leaving and proceeded to the garage where he signed out a vehicle and waited for Claire to arrive. This would be only the second time he had ever left the base... Adventure!

He continued stretching in the garage, pausing and taking up some nonchalant pose at every footstep he heard just in case it turned out to be Claire. By the time she did arrive, he had worked out just about every kink he had acquired from slouching all night. "Nah, not long," he said with a wave. "We're with this guy over here," he gestured towards a nondescript black sedan, shrugging on a coat that he had been carrying over his arm and starting in its direction. "Ready to head out?"

He nodded and slid into the driver's seat, turning the keys in the ignition and turning on the heat before he went much further. He pulled a seatbelt across his waist and moved to adjust the rearview mirror, laughing as he did so, "Well it is the dead of winter. Camphoreon's close to both the ocean and the desert, though, so it might be at least a bit warmer." He backed out of the parking spot and maneuvered towards the clearance gate where he presented his credentials before proceeding out into the desert.

"You know, it could be worse in a completely different direction. I heard there's a group heading into a volcano today." Not a great deal of information had been disclosed - or leaked - about the assumed mission, but he knew enough about it to think it sounded terribly uncomfortable. Possibly even more uncomfortable than his seat, which he was beginning to suspect was made out of bricks wrapped in iron shaped into spikes. Those pain-killers couldn't kick in sooner...

"Hah, if only. We could borrow heat from them, they could borrow cold from us, and we're all happy." But the weather didn't work that way, sadly. Well, it sort of did, but not due to the will of humans and not to any extent that could be controlled.

"Hmm, lava, rocks, maybe some smoke..." Oh, wait, she meant what was in it that would be of interest to Team Rocket. "I dunno. Maybe a Moltres or something? A whole mess of super-powered Fire Stones? A colony of naturally shiny Slugma?" It didn't help that he had no idea where this volcano was, not that he would have been able to hazard much of a better guess armed with that information. He wriggle slightly in his seat. The thing was damnably uncomfortable.

"Ahh, yeah, magma. Magma too." He turned his gaze from the road momentarily to acknowledge her contribution with a grin. "Hmm, a red one, huh..." No good, his mind was stuck on birds. Specifically on Moltres. Instead of thinking of other legendaries that preferred warm environments he found himself thinking of different large birds, his thoughts wandering more towards Fearow and Staraptor. No, that wasn't right.

"Well, anyway... Can't say I envy them. I think I wouldn't mind going on a mission some time, but--" He stopped himself when he remembered that he could never retain any memories of mission, reaching up a hand to scratch at his neck idly. He wound up repeating himself as the thought trailed off, "Well, anyway..."