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[bertall]

Um... This is Bertolt, and if you're hearing this I'm probably busy. You can leave a message here or call back later if you want? ...Can I start over?

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[purramedic]

[He gives a knowing laugh.] I think it would be difficult to achieve Blitz's level of... enthusiasm, for one.

I was very troubled with the idea at first, but most of them seem to have a good nature about it. Surely it isn't too awful if they all enjoy themselves and have their injuries promptly treated.

[bertall]

I gue--

_{[Waitaminute.]}

Wait... You know about Blitz?

[purramedic]

[Is it possible to beam at the thought of that angry ball? Apparently.]

I first spoke with Jean about a month after arriving here, when I called Blitz a Pokeball with a face. He didn't like that much.

[bertall]

_{[He still doesn't know how Jean lets him get away with so much. He's waiting for the day he gets zapped awake in the tent he shares with him.]}

It's definitely not the first thing I imagined he'd have after living with him for a couple years. I thought he'd have... I don't know, maybe a dog or something? Like mine.

<sub>[But Marcel is his and he is so very glad for that. Maybe when he starts trying to breed his own, Bertolt will hook Jean up with a little fire dog of his own.]

--Oh! Does she like treats?</sub>

[purramedic]

This world works mysteriously as any, I suppose. I got lucky with my little Pinsy.

[Appropriate starters aside, this fox is swayed easily enough by the prospect of treats, though she acts a bit less enthusiastic than she feels. She stands to stretch before jumping down and peering expectantly at Bertolt. Yes, she likes treats, now where are they??]

[bertall]

Our friend got one that really fit him, at least.

_{[Bracing himself against Marcel's side, Bertolt pulls his backpack off and digs around in it as he carefully kneels down to her level, and finally offers out a couple little puffy treats, fresh from the local bakery.]}

Gods, she's much cuter up close like this. Aren't you?

[purramedic]

[After giving them a tentative sniff, Vulpix accepts a treat, and the others immediately afterward. It isn't a problem; they're all for her, right? She certainly seems to think so as she lays down at Bertolt's feet and starts to nibble them down one at a time.

Very cute, indeed, and look, she isn't even trying. Anders has to cover his mouth to keep from laughing at her display.]

She's certainly very grateful.