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[freelyfalling]

[Option 1: daytime]

"We had a deal."

Braig's out and about today. Nice day for a spot of training - he's got a few of his team with him, and he's constantly looking around to try and keep them in his view.

One, however? Is making him have to look up when he hadn't expected it. A tiny little Zorua is clinging to the branches of a tree - how it managed to get up there in the first place is something he can't quite work out.

He sighs, holds out a hand.

"I said I'd help you. But first, you've got to let me help you, fuzzball. How about it? Why so shy?"

And suddenly, the tree in question looks a spot leafier, and a little less full of Pokémon.

Just his luck.

[Option 2: evening]

This isn't the sort of place that Braig'll bring a little fluffball of a Pokémon, now, this busy bar. He's got his Murkrow with him, riding on his arm to watch his bad side as ever, and the pair look like he's settling in for the evening.

"So, what'll it be tonight..."

...whatever it was in that drink order, it's certainly not just beer, going by the look on the barman's face. He turns to look at whoever's nearby and remark, "You'd think he'd never had to try something new, huh?"

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[hawkethat]

"That's probably my fault. Sorry." As someone whose become more or less a regular patron, Hawke's been keeping the bartender busy. Usually it's just beer, but sometimes he's more adventurous with his drink requests, and tonight is one such night...much to the barkeep's chagrin, apparently.

"How've you been?"

[freelyfalling]

As someone for whom 90% of his drink requests could be described as 'adventurous', Braig chuckles slightly, waves a hand - no problem, pal. The barkeep's going to have to keep running tonight...

"Oh, the usual," he says idly. "Keeping busy. I'm sure you know how it is."

[hawkethat]

"Yeah, that sounds familiar." He lifts his (nearly empty) glass in a mock toast. "You made it through the latest crisis alright, I take it?"

[freelyfalling]

Braig grins and lifts his own. "Perfectly fine. One of my little friends needed some time off after a close call, but who doesn't now and then?"

[hawkethat]

"No one I've ever met." He's glancing over in some concern now, though. Close calls aren't ever pleasant. At least, not in his experience. "Your friend's recovering alright, though?"

[freelyfalling]

"Lost a couple of feathers but he's doing just fine." He shrugs slowly, waves a hand - "Can't say I'll be taking him to see our new friends up north any time soon."

[hawkethat]

"Glad to hear it." About the recovery, that is. "I admit my first impression about our new northern friends wasn't that great, either." Second impression might change things, but for the time being he's content to avoid the place entirely. "Though we thankfully managed to avoid any close calls this time around."

That was mostly because the Glaceon curled up having a nap at the base of his barstool (along with a gently snoring Houndoom) was busy having an existential crisis at the time, and Hawke cared far more about that than he did about raging legendary pokemon possibly burning down a far-away tree.

But, details.

[freelyfalling]

"Good to hear." That with a slap on the shoulder to go with it. "Now, wouldn't it be nice to meet someone who wasn't, let's see... under siege, causing sieges, running around causing earthquakes or stealing our beer? Somewhere nice and calm to visit. I could go for that."

[hawkethat]

He grins at the friendly shoulder slap, and at Braig's complaint. "I hear the tropical island down south is pretty nice. Don't know the status of beer there, though. You might have to pack some along on the trip."

[freelyfalling]

"Isn't that a shame? I suppose we can't win them all," he says with a laugh. "I might just have to investigate."

[hawkethat]

"If you do, let me know how it goes. I'm not a huge fan of so much water all in one place, but I could be tempted to give crossing it a try, if the payout's high enough."

[freelyfalling]

"Oh, I think I can manage that." Downing a bit more of his drink, there.

[hawkethat]

"In the mean time, though, there are plenty of quiet and calm places in the forest around here." Chatting and drinking, Hawke's two favorite things. Since the chatting is going well, it's time to catch up on the drinking. So he lifts his own glass to his mouth and proceeds to do so.