Keith, Cyanide, Pomona, Sparky: As Sparky stood there shaking, Pomona looked at him in concern. "Something wrong, Sparky?" she asked. "You know, we don't mean any harm, I just want to be your friend." Sparky then asked Pomona a few questions. At the first one, Pomona shook her head. "I don't know, I only just met her myself."
"I beg your freaking pardon?" growled Cyanide. "What do you mean, what's wrong with me? You are in the presence of Cyanide, the world's most wonderful and beautiful Eevee, and you have the nerve, the audacity, the unmitigated gall, to ask what's wrong with me?!"
"OK, Cyanide, please calm down," Keith said in an even yet stern voice. At this, Cyanide turned to face Keith, ears drooped somewhat. Though she wanted very much to antagonize the Joltik further, it was becoming more and more apparent that she didn't want to disobey her trainer. Upon seeing the Eevee's ears droop, Keith hugged her, which cheered her up instantly as she started licking Keith's face.
"See? She's not all bad," Pomona giggled. It was around then that Sparky asked if Keith had any food. Pomona shook her head again. "Well, he had brought this picnic lunch for himself and us, but after he had packed it, he forgot to return his Basculin to her Poke Ball, and she ate the whole thing, and it's the quickest I've ever seen a fish move around on land, except for Hebenon- Hebenon, that's our trainer's Qwilfish, he's a really nice guy. Oh, but I know where there is food!" Pomona added, excited at having remembered this. "Come on, I'll take you there, Sparky, and maybe on the way we can meet more of my trainer's Pokemon! I know Cyanide isn't very nice, but a lot of his Pokemon are really nice! Keith has a lot of Poison-type Pokemon like me- I think he brought his Weedle here, too, her name's Hermione, and she's a Weedle, and she's really, really smart!" Pomona giggled again before starting to walk in the direction of Jessica's picnic, recalling that Peeves had previously raved about the good food she had packed, as well as the large quantities in which the food had been packed. "Come on, Sparky, this way!" she added to the Joltik.




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