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✓ Memoir 3 // Action in the Tavern

[The music is lively and the taps are open and flowing freely at Teeter's. It's a fantastic place to unwind after a long day of running errands. Hawke's got a table to himself where he can watch the dancing and keep his puppy pack contained and out from underfoot, away from the other patrons.

If he sees a familiar face, he'll wave and extend an invitation to join him.

If he sees an unfamiliar face, he'll pretty much do exactly the same thing, because that's how he rolls.]

Having a good time?

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[Well LBR it really doesn't take a long time to deep-fat fry potatoes and onion rings]

Oh, this and that. Running errands for people, training the puppies, exploring and treasure hunting, gathering resources. Never did get around to joining the Rangers, but I think I'm doing alright anyway.

[shrug]

What about yourself?

[and there goes her last hopes. Quality food usually takes time.]

They've opened up summer classes at the theater, so it's been quite hectic there. [finding quiet moments for herself is getting harder and harder.] On the other hand, the little one seems to enjoy all the activity.

Toge! [yes you.

And oh look. Drinks. Michiru thanks the server before examining the wine and tentatively taking a sip.]

What sort of classes does one take at a theater?

[Asks the uncultured country bumpkin, happily sipping his beer.

...And a smile for Eggbaby. Togepi sure are cute little buggers.]

[....wow. This wine is...not what she expected. Or even imagined existed. It's like it's one level away from becoming vinegar.

She swallows and smiles.]

Acting and voice, for the most part. And dance. [hah] The rationale is that we might find some new talent in time for the fall production.

[Togepi tries to reach for the sparkly red object, but Michiru uses the excuse to push the glass away from her. Don't do it, Togepi! You might catch its mediocrity!]

[Meanwhile, this beer is exactly what Hawke expected, and he's content. He's sorry your wine sucks, Michiru. Or he would be if he knew.]

Oh? Are you short on talent, or just looking to bring in more?

[How does theater work.

And aw, Togepi. Do you want to play with a crumpled straw wrapper? He'll push that closer to the little eggbaby to see what it does. ~~Hawke it's not a cat what are you doing~~]

Contemplating a life beneath the stage lights, are we?

[ooh, something new to play with! Togepi trills and reaches for the wrapper! She might wave it around a bit, and then try to nom on it. At least Michiru is practiced at keeping the baby from chewing on everything she's given.]

You know, I've been told I have an unfortunate flair for the dramatic, but I somehow don't think I'm quite right for life on-stage.

[Haha, aw, cute! What if he tries to tug the wrapper away? Just a little bit, not too far. ~~Like playing with a cat.~~]

You'd be surprised. I didn't think I would get into the theater at all.

[she's still doesn't really care for it, but eh. Semantics.

Togepi's eyes get wide as she wiggles her arms plaintively. Why is her new toy going away?] Toge...

Really? Why's that?

[Oh no, baby, don't cry, he's not taking it away, see? Here, you can have it.]

I'm a violinist. [and well, the problem with secret Missions is that half truths are kind of the norm.] I expected to find myself in the pit orchestra, not the stage.

[it's back! Togepi waves it around and smiles up at Hawke.] Prii!

[at least she's getting better at acknowledging strangers instead of just staring blankly at them.]

That sounds like a story.

[One he'd like to hear, but only if she wants to tell it.

...Hahaha, awww, adorable eggbaby.]

[a chuckle] Not much of one, I'm afraid. They needed somebody on stage during rehearsal once, and I was there. They decided they liked me and kept me there.

[nice and simple.

Aaaand that sure is a mountain of fries coming over to them. And a platter of carefully stacked onion rings in a deep fried tribute to the skyline of Union.]

...I see they weren't exaggerating.

Are you happy there? Or would you prefer it in the orchestra?

[Awww yeah, tower of fries. Hawke immediately starts portioning the enormous pile out for the puppies waiting patiently under the table.]

It won't win any awards for grand cuisine, but at least you'll never go hungry when ordering here.

An important point to consider, when you have an entire pack following you at all times.

[she thinks it's cute, if unwieldy for her own purposes.

Togepi starts wiggling when she sees that other Pokemon are getting stuff and she isn't! It doesn't matter what it is, if other people have it, she wants some too!]

At this point, half my job is keeping Haruka in line, so I don't really mind. [hah.

She'll take a fry and try it. Well, at least it's not terrible. Just terrible for you. Suppressing a sigh, she picks up another and holds it up to the eggbaby so she can nom on it.]

What else would they be doing?

[There's no point in having a pack if you leave them home all the time. Under the table the sounds of said puppies politely eating fry snacks can be heard. That'll tide them over until proper dinner, later.

He grins at her response to his question.]

I didn't realize she was that much of a loose cannon.

Sleeping, I would imagine. [that gets a quiet chuckle

And...oh no. Eggbaby really seems to be enjoying that fry.] Priiii~!

Come to one of our shows if you want to see for yourself.

[Haruka ad-libbing at will and stressing out the rest of the theater crew seems to entertain the audience, however.]

They can't spend all day sleeping. When would we train?

[Because training his pack and helping them to be the very best they can be is super important, okay.]

I've been wanting to. You'll have to let me know when the next one is.

A stern taskmaster, hm?

[Michiru is slowly gathering up the willpower to try one of the onion rings, even as Togepi reaches for another fry. It would be rude otherwise, right?]

I can't guarantee the quality of the writing, but the audience always seems entertained.

[purple prose and high drama, for the most part.]

It's important that they meet their potential.

...Though I am starting to wonder when Paladin is going to evolve.

[Don't forget all the amazing dipping sauces, Michiru. Hawke snags a fry and starts off with the Thousand Island.]

You must be doing something right, then, wouldn't you say?

[that gets a quiet laugh out of her] Your flattery will win you points yet.

[hmmm] Sometimes, they may not want to evolve.

[alright, alright. She'll get a fry, dip it in one of the sauces, and hand it to the eggbaby. Who immediately starts happily licking the stuff off before nomming on it.

...that wasn't the point of it at all, kiddo.]

Only starting just now? How much flattery does it take?

[So cruel, Michiru. So cruel.]

I've heard that. I wonder why that is.

[He COULD just ask Paladin, but he doesn't want to seem pushy, and she seems happy the way she is, so he just leaves it be.

...He still wonders, though.

Haha, aww, little eggbaby, that was cute. ;u;]

Oh? Is it too much for you?

[and she'll finally pick up one of the smaller onion rings and take a bite.

....So apparently, there are even different levels of deep fried.]

I'm sure we're all a bit afraid of growing up, sometimes.

...I suppose it's a worthwhile challenge. But only because I like you.

[...She's gonna have horrible gas later, isn't she]

You're probably right. Once you move on from being tiny and adorable, there is no turning back.

[Not unless somebody invents a de-evolution potion or something.]

[that's too undignified for Michiru Kaioh! But she's also never going to touch this stuff again.]

I have to warn you, my expectations are already set rather high.

[that gets a chuckle. At least her Milotic has mostly forgiven Paladin. Probably.] It's probably harder to beg for food when you look marginally competent.

You know, I think you've warned me of that once before. But I won't lie and say I don't appreciate the reminder.

[om nom nom fries and onion rings and beer, WHAT A FANTASTIC GASTRIC COMBO]

She's very resourceful, though. I'm sure it won't hold her back for long.

[Speaking of, here is a little Lillipup face, popping up over the edge of the table from her new perch in Hawke's lap. They've finished the fries down below...may she have some more?]

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