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"Sounds like a plan," Forrest answered distractedly, Treant watching his partner work with curiosity.
Celebi, meanwhile, happily joined Sorren on his flight, the cheerful little grass-type literally flying circles around the Braviary and obviously wanting to play.

"Yeah, just working," was the still-distracted reply as Forrest kept working on Mika's new Styler modifications. Treant put one hand on Mika's shoulder and shook its head, the Trevenant indicating that it was pointless to try and talk to his partner when he was working on a new toy - er, project.
Celebi excitedly tried to mimic the motion... only to end up slamming into a tree. Fortunately, the little guy managed to recover rather quickly and made little noises that basically equated to "again, again!"

Treant considered this a moment, then nodded sagely, even as Forrest fell of his chair in shock; the Ranger's face was a rather impressive shade of red, too.
Celebi immediately took him up on his offer, getting on the Braviary and pointing dramatically in a random direction. "Bi bi, Celebi! BI BI!" it declared gleefully in a manner that was obviously meant to be dramatic.

Forrest blinked owlishly before getting back into his chair and staring off into the distance with a glazed look in his eyes. A quick wave of Treant's hand in front of his face confirmed it: Mika had short-circuited his brain.
Celebi squee'd in glee, obviously enjoying the little thrill ride as it held on tight.

Celebi just kept squeeing gleefully.
Fortunately, by then Forrest had snapped out of it, so he smiled as he took the tray from Mika. "Thanks, Mika; it looks great," he told her... though only one eye was on the tray, the other eye discreetly ogling the cleavage her tank top showed when she bent over.

Forrest nodded before starting to eat, realizing that he was actually pretty hungry - a minor side effect of working so much he forgot to eat.
Celebi just kept squeeing happily with every dive until its stomach started growling rather loudly.

Celebi began happily chowing down, showing no table manners whatsoever... then again, very few Pokémon had table manners anyway. Treant soon joined them, the tree-like Pokémon obviously hungry.

Meanwhile, a young man in a desert camo Ranger uniform was walking through the forest toward their location, muttering to himself. "Another signal indicating an unsanctioned Styler modification... still, it's probably not Forrest this time, right Streak? I mean, sure, it's not his Styler sending the signal this time, and statistically, he can't be behind every styler modification unsanctioned by the Union... right?" He asked this next question to the Linoone on his shoulder, a hint of desperation entering his tone.
The Shiny Linoone, Streak, just gave him a deadpan look.
The obvious ranger sighed despondently. "Yeah, with our luck, I don't believe that for a second, either. Let's just go find him so we can see why he's modifying someone else's Styler, then give him the obligatory scolding and fine."

"Night, Mika," Forrest answered distractedly with a wave... though it was hard to say whether it was the kiss or his project that was distracting him - probably a little of both.
Meanwhile, the Ranger out in the forest made camp, deciding to continue tomorrow.

Next Morning...

Treant blinked, waking up from its position in front of the house, and went inside to find Forest fast asleep at his work desk with Mika's newly modified styler a few feet away, Celebi poking the softly snoring Ranger curiously.