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"I wish I could cook an egg like you or Nadine," Miles said. "They're such finicky things. Assert one newton too much force in the wrong degree and you'll tear it like a wet paper bag. Worse, your whites might -look- like a wet paper bag. And heaven help you if you use your own fire."

"He likes your eggs," Mikey helpfully explained.

"Me too," said Tails.

"Mm. Until Nadine came into my life, I rather...subsisted on the food I creamated," Miles answered. "'Tis a curse, holding so much power. It's enough to eat a decent chicken, but never wilst thou have the delicate touch to please an egg."

"Dad likes eggs," Mikey said, as if it weren't obvious enough.

"Oh, yeah, I say that," Tails said. "I secretly hate them. And their juicy meat. And their salt and pepper and spicing. And the soft bread he always manages to keep in stock. I think I'd rather live on pickled Rattata feet."

Mikey shook with a fit of the giggles. Deadpan was a new mode for Tails and for him to attempt it was so adorable.

"I think I'm full," Tails said. "For now. I wanna save room for the sandwiches. That I hate."

"I think I'll defer to Tails' judgement," Miles said. "But I'm sure your sandwiches will be just fine."

"Um." Mikey stared at his plate. At some point he'd given himself a generous helping of pancake and sausage and he promptly forgot about it in conversation. "Iiiii'm still finishing."

"Cofagrigus!" bellowed the coffin Pokemon as he bounced along. Skarsy, a Skarmoy followed him curiously. Apparently old mummy breath wanted to suck out people's souls. Lovely. True this was rather bad but Skarsh shrugged it off. She wasn't used that much in battle anyways. She was more of the backup Pokemon so why should she go out of her way? She liked Tsuki but not so much as to fight a full grown Cofagrigus all alone.

Along with Hawk, Dan arrived back in HQ. He watched his friend go through his lunch tossing routine and then off to wherever. You'd think after teleporting for some time he'd be used to it. Dan took a note and left it on the backpack full of gold he placed beside Hawk's haul.

With the gold mission behind him, he decided to move on to other things. "Guess I can get Goliath to evolve with that Protector. I just need someone to trade with" Dan grinned. Looking around the lobby, he figured he'd ask the first person he saw.

Hawk came back into the main area with a nice clean pair of clothes on. They looked exactly the same as his other pair, just significantly lighter, as if his clothes had just been so neglected they'd grown darker. He hadn't cleaned his skin any, just changed clothes.... Immediately he noticed Dan standing about, and the Crawling dude on the couch. "oh hey, I thought you looked familiar... why didn't you just call Claydol?" He asked as he passed by, making his way to Dan. "Oh hey, I wanted to talk to you abou-" Hawk's words were stopped abruptly as he suddenly tripped and face planted.

Chirp had appeared in the HQ face down, with her Venipede looking around bewildered, and her Bulbasaur strolling off. She let out a sigh of relief into the floor and continued to lay there, content to just... keep still for the time being... that is until someone tripped over her. She lifted her head just enough to see it was Hawk! "Hey there..." she groaned.

Hawk looked over at what he'd tripped on, blahblahblah it was Chirp. He was excited! But he couldn't show it, otherwise she'd think he was clingy or something. "Ohheythere. So uh, yeah, Dan. Wanted to talk to you about Shark. where does a Garchomp come from?" He asked from his position on the floor.

"Hm... I see, but uh.. What's a safari zone?" He asked, still not getting up. "Also, What's a Gible?! It's a baby Garchomp, I guess, but like... is it fluffy? A lot of fluffy things turn not-fluffy when they evolve." His ramblings were cut off once Dan requested help. Goliath.. Goliath.... Hawk mentally ran through the pokemon He knew Dan had. he had Diva... and Shark.. and that Dewott... but which one was Goliath? "Oh, yeah sure! what do you need? Intense super battles? Hunting for rare gems?"

Chirp picked herself off of the ground, dusting herself off. Hawk... didn't seem to care she was back. It was ok. She didn't want to seem needy, so she would just let it go. Apparently Hawk was going to help Don...or.. Dean? His name escaped her, but she remembered his face. "A Gible is this little dragon type. Big mouth, little arms and legs." She said, matter-of-factly. Between the two of them, she was the only one with a formal education.