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Shina raises an eyebrow as the Emolga apparently decides that it is done eating and scurries out of her lap without ever having acknowledged her. Seeing it start to dig in a backpack, she sets the remains of the batter aside and walks over. "I don't think so, mister." A firm grip to the scruff of the neck, and Shina pulls the Emolga out of the bag and gives him a smart swat to the rear. "Now," she says firmly, turning him to face her, "you can come along with us if you like, maybe you will find a trainer, and you will certainly find people soft-hearted enough to feed you regularly. But you may not just dig in bags like that. Try it again and you'll get another swat. If you make yourself a nuisance I will send you away." Shina knows she is treating the Emolga rather more like a puppy than a rodent, but hopefully the fact that both are pokemon will mean that the general idea carries over.

"Thank you," Shina says to the trainer. To the squeaking Emolga, "Now, this trainer says you can stay with him, but I want you well behaved. If you want food, go to a trainer or wait by the campfire. Someone will get you food. No more just stuffing your face in bowls." She set the annoyed rodent down and serenely returned to the campfire, quickly selecting another mixing bowl and preparing another batch of batter.

"Mmm, well whatever we are becoming, bakers should be in our near future. This batch is done. It doesn't rise, but the bars are pretty dense, so when you fill the pans, don't make the bars more than an inch thick unless you feel like gnawing on the results for ages," Shina said, pulling an oiled pan towards herself. She scooped half the thick batter into the pan, then handed the mixing bowl and a second spoon over to Heal.

"Just like this." She pressed and pushed the oatmeal mix into the pan until she had an even layer, then put the lid on. Grabbing a long stick that was doing duty as a poker, she scooped out a layer of embers large enough for both pans. With fast hands, she tucked the pan into the hot embers. "And then we cover the pans with embers as well. Just like an oven!"

"I see. She sounds like a nice lady. With the fences and Growlithe patrols around my property, I didn't see much of wild pokemon before I left home. Well, except for that rotten Ekans." Shina looks sad and a little mad for a moment, before she nods in response to Heal's comment about his Ninetails.

"Rasha gives me forlorn looks when I tuck a pan under her tail. The resulting snacks are lovely, but I always end up giving most of them to Rasha to stop her pouts," Shina confesses. More oatmeal gets mixed up, and another batch is pressed into a pan.

"She is a very sweet lady...just don't go anywhere near her with a pokeball..." He tilted his head, trying to figure out what situation she could be speaking of that lead to having grolithe patrols and rotten ekans. "...What?"

"OH, I guess I misspoke, Arthmael CAN'T use fire attacks...or rather, something is mentally blocking him from using them. My father said that is likely he was some how traumatize with his own fire......"

"Ah" The best he could get form that is that Shina's family owned a breeding farm for police growlithes, beyond that, he really couldn't guess further. "Well, at least you were able to retrain him."

The young healer tilted his head at Shikari and Shina for a moment. "....Going back to a pokeball doesn't hurt, she should be find between the pokeball, it should keep her comfortable." He frowned. "However, I am not entirely sure it would help her catatonic state, I honestly think it might erase whatever progress you have already made. She might trust you a bit, but pokemons that have been traumatize by their previous trainers have very much become distrustful of pokeballs....They don't view them too kindly...I have a small cart in one of my item pokeballs my father gave me...Chiyo should fit comfortably in it. We can hook a ponyta or a bicycle to it...." The cart had be given to him because his father told him that eventually in longer explorations, he would need by far more and more supplies that would be needed available faster then looking through identical looking item pokeballs....

Noir was still making angry noises at Shina, still upset about being punished. His tail twitched and he sparked a little at her from the backpack/nest.