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Treestar was going to trot on over there anyway apparently. Pausing mid-step to look back at the Pikachu with a smile.
<> He replied brightly. <>
The Chikorita wasn't sure is that /was/ old, but it was a 'two-part' number and 'two part' numbers were 'big'... Like 'seven'. Duncan must be older than 'seven', whenever that was... He was pretty sure.
He cleared his throat as he trotted toward the Lopunny.

"Um. Well. You mentioned maybe... about pokémon liking being what they are. I guess. Mine that have evolved... they just did it on their own and I have no idea how they knew what to do or anything... But one I didn't have since he was /that/ young and, uh, I, well... The other is my Pidgeotto and I think her mother... just explained a lot. Somehow." Tambrey seemed embarrassed to be asking about it, a little. "Did you... ever sit down and, like, explain evolution to one of yours? Would you think that a good idea?"

Treestar stopped in his tracks and gazed in awe at the rabbit when he spoke. That voice was unnerving but... he was being /nice/. He was sure if the Lopunny realised that he wouldn't mind.
<> He looked back at Iona and smiled. See, this was a nice thing.

Tambrey nodded. "That... does." She admitted. "I don't know what... I mean. I think my theory was something along the lines of... Well, you know they seem to be /properly/ listening sometimes and I know that's not exactly scientific but maybe... I think it might just be helpful somehow." She resisted the urge to shrug a little. "It... does sound a pretty silly thing to say out loud."
Did she have any pokémon who might evolve soon? Come to think of it... Possibly. "Hey, um. He did meet an evolved form of his species once. I was never sure if he /knew/ that though... Um, what or where... Sorry." How was a good way to ask it? "I'm sort of tryin' to ask about your pokémon evolving... The hows and whens and wheres and such, but I was having a little trouble with the words... Um, sometimes I ramble."

Treestar's eyes widened as the Lopunny left the walkway and he ran over to the edge to see where Duncan might have gone.
<> Treestar tilted his head, still looking down, assuming the rabbit hadn't gone 'splat'. <> He looked back at Iona. <>

"Well. It's still helpful." Tambrey offered, smiling. "Thanks. 'S just been playing on my mind a bit lately. I wasn't sure if I was doin' something wrong. I only had one pokémon for... such a long time. And she's /never/ evolved. I'm pretty sure she /actually/ can't... Her daughter did though. 'S a bit confusing." She looked over to see what Treestar was up to.
Blink. Two pokémon.
"Hey. Uh. Wasn't... Duncan sitting there a moment ago?"

Treestar blinked and twitched his leaf around. He knew what a 'son' was, mostly through explanations that Palu had given to Pygi about how 'daughter' worked and 'what if Pygi had been a boy?'; Pygi had been happy enough to pass those on and explain quite a bit about how she thought the world worked.
<> Well, he /did/ spend time with his son and family was important, apparently (he kind of assumed 'family' was like the pokémon he shared his trainer with- and that's what Pygi had said anyway) so that was still 'nice', even if the rabbit didn't seem 'friendly'. <> Treestar frowned and then smiled brightly again toward the end. <> He waved his leaf.

She had a smile for the reply to what she told, but it had to change somewhat sadder, apologetic, for the recognition of what she was told about Duncan.
"Ah." Tambrey nodded. She understood. "Sorry."

<< Well... That's okay.>> Treestar decided with a firm little nod <> He turned back to look at Iona and smile, his leaf moving back and forth. <>

Tambrey smiled, but, of course, felt a little awkward about being told it wasn't her fault; that was quite true- it had happened long before she'd even joined the Team, but still, here was someone who had been affected by the sorts of things that she and her teammates had to do.
"Erm. To be honest 'm just wandering and looking at the old haunts," Tambrey shook herself from such thoughts with the admission. "Umm, no... I mean, I don't think so; your answers are very helpful though, thank you- I'm sorry if they've been a little, uh, random... I was at school here f'r a time; came back to work out what to do about some stuff I've still got stored here and decided t' have a walk."

<< I know that one!>> Treestar called happily, then placed his leaf in front of his face and peeked around it. <> He waved his leaf around <>

Tambrey smiled. She guessed it would seem nice. Most of the memories here were not very fond, though the walk had a yielded a few more pleasant ones among the unpleasant that she hadn't known were there.
"Some of it was tidying." Tambrey admitted and then grinned slightly at the book comment. "Most of that tidying was books. Um. D'you have any you could recommend? I kind 'f have a lot of books but, uh, I really never mind getting more."

<< Oh! Yes! I guess so... We're not in forests all that much though. Well, not enough for playing anyway. It's not so useful in a desert or in buildings, usually, but I certainly like having it anyway.>> Treestar found himself admitted, bouncing on his stubby legs a little as he watched the Pikachu spin in a circle. <see it. And I'll be right behind it. But then I get impatient, so I flick it up and go 'BOO!'>> It might have been the excitement of talking about the game, but the Chikorita's voice became a lot more energetic too.

"Ooh, thank you. No, that's absolutely fine. Just having this list is good." Tambrey was enthusiastic as she took the list and immediately started reading it, her lips moving slightly, even before she spoke to thank Abigail, and again afterward, almost as though she was trying to remember the whole list already. She'd read it twice, quickly, before she put it away, nodding slightly as Abigail mentioned more recent editions.
"Um, thanks so much. Maybe, but I don't think they'll be hard to find. I... really, really like to read, so I'm sure I'll enjoy this, whichever editions I manage to find." The subject books seemed to have turned her almost a little 'bubbly'.