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Lychee gave a very slight smile. "...Well, you don't." They leaned an arm on Laura's shoulder. "And no one expects you to, either. If they are, they're being stupid and unrealistic."

"The only person saying that is you, and you don't have to."

Calem walked up to her and took her hand, gently kissing the back of it. "They're right."
Laura's face lit up crimson. "Oh, u-um, well, I can't go against you."

He leaned into Lychee, whispering. "I think I embarrased her into agreeing, for now."

"Thanks." Lychee whispered. They grinned. "Works every time."

They turned slightly red. "...Not that I'd know."

It repeated the word for the third time, more wistfully than before, and looked sadly down at its claws, trying to suppress tears.

Laura smacked her forehead. "Ah, dangit! I geuss I need to go applogize for the busted vase... And chandelier. God am I gonna be in hot water..." she said nervously.

It looked over at everyone else, hoping that the battle was over.

Emma's hands flew up to her face at what Calem said, and she carelessly tossed her champagne glass up into the air. "Ohhh, how romantic!"

There was another shattering sound behind her, and a chorus of maids screamed in unison. "Oh dear, the priceless Ming vase museum!"

(What I want to know is, what are these Ming vases made out of that makes them so fragile? )

Laura banged her head against the wall in frustration. "Welp, I'm off to appologize to the maid, let's hope they don't kill me." She sighed, before trudging over to the maids.

"I am so super duper sorry about the vase...es, I... ugh." She burried her face in her hands sheepishly. "I really am, I could probably even pay for the damage if you want..." She looked up and smiled nervously.

(Sorry I haven't been very active lately, work has me quite busy.)

Mike looks at the molten slug for a moment and asks "Is the battle still going to happen? I can certainly understand wanting to call it off after learning that your Pokemon is an old friend." (I'm fine if you want to call off the battle or something.)

It looked at Laura in bewilderment, obviously confused by her actions. They did not gesture or speak or seem to do anything at all, but the vases inexplicably mended themselves in an instant.

(Ohhhhh, crappalini, I do not mean to bug you, but I needed the vases to be broken for a plot point. )

[Oh, okay. Pretend that the vases spontaneously fall apart and everyone carries on like nothing happened. ]

"You know," Dan said, " In my honest opinion, if those Ming vases and chandeliers are going to be this fragile, they shouldn't have them be put in the battlefield. No offense."

Guinan gave Olive a knowing smile, thinking of pets she had as a child. "That was my first Pokemon evolution. Wow!"



Guinan nodded. She could definitely believe it. Olive went on:


Guinan nodded again, understanding now why Olive housed so many Pokemon. "You don't feel like you can care for them, and on the other hand, you can't let them go... don't want to let the dream go," Guinan replied thoughtfully.

(OOC: I'm curious what Olive would say here, if you want to have them continue the conversation a bit before...)



Guinan glanced at the clock: 8 PM. "OK, I'll go to the store," she said agreeably. "But I can't carry all that stuff on your list by myself."

"But zis is a priceless artifact!" the maid cried. "It cannot be replaced!"

Lychee furiously dialed a number up on their phone. "Wait, let me call a friend first!!"
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In the other dimension, Kiki's phone in their pocket suddenly started ringing. Their eyebrows creased together. "Who the hell is calling me now of all times?"

They picked up the phone and answered it. "Uhm, hello?"

Their eyes widened as they heard the voice of Lychee answer. "Oh! Hello there. Who gave you my phone number?"
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"I.... it's a long story, okay!" Lychee said. "But that's not what matters right now?"
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On the other end, Kiki was twirling a loop of their hair as they balanced the phone between their chin and their shoulder. "So, why is a lovely individual like you calling me at this hour?" they drawled. "Did you just wanna talk, or maybe..."
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"It's not that, okay," Lychee said. "I'm just calling to ask if you know anybody who could repair a vase!"
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"Ohh, I see." they said slyly. "So it's been five minutes and you miss me already?" A slight smirk spread across their face. "...Wow, Lych, I'm flattered."
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"Dude, can you just answer the question already?" Lychee spat. "I'm in kind of a predicament here. This is urgent."
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"Hey, hey, no need to be so harsh!" Kiki grinned. On the other end of the phone, Kiki stroked their chin. "Hmm... Well, I do know a very, very good artisan who may be able to piece them back together."

(Here's part 2!)
Lychee looked up desperately from their phone. "My friend knows a very good artisan who may be able to piece it back together!"

The maid shook her head. "I am sorry, sir, but this vase is priceless. We cannot hand it off to amateurs to--"

She was cut off by a fat old man in a suit, who held up his hand. "Wait! This is my collection, I would like to hear what this young man has to say." He turned toward Lychee and nodded. "Continue."

"U-uhhh..." Lychee had no idea what to say, so they decided to just make it up as they go along.

"....So this artisan my friend knows, they specialize in....." They tried to think of something . "Kintsugi! There's a type of art form in Kanto that involves mending broken pottery by filling in the cracks with gold. It's quite beautiful!"

"Interesting," the man said. They showed the old man some pictures of kintsugi pottery on their phone. "It goes along with an old aesthetic theory in Kanto," Lychee explained, "which basically says that things are more beautiful when they have flaws."

The old man chuckled slightly. "You seem to quite knowledgeable about pottery, young man! Where did you learn these things?"

Lychee grinned. "Thank you.... I'm taking an Art History Course for school, sir."

The old man put a hand on his chin and turned to Lychee. "Hmm... Well, when shall this... very good artisan be able to piece my vase back together?"

"...By the end of next week!" Lychee blurted.

"The end of next week..." the old man blinked. "Well I'll tell you what. Let's make a small compromise. If you can bring it back to me by the end of next week, the Richissime Hotel will forgive you of your debt." He bowed his head. "You have my word."

Lychee grinned. "Thank you so much!!"
As the old man walked away, the maids scattered and went back to what they were doing. Lychee turned to Laura and winked.