[The Lapras don't notice Egon calling out--Denver hasn't given his name, after all, and they have no reason to suspect that he's calling out to these two wonderful individuals. Denver clears his throat. Perhaps he could show them a nice place where they can request food from the chefs on board, yes? The Lapras seem to be delighted by this suggestion and agree, chittering among themselves.
Egon's head pokes over the side of the ship as he stares down at the pod of Lapras.]
There you are. Quick, I'll need some of your scales to compare to a sample I found earlier. [A pause.] Or Alfred's. Maybe both, just in case.
[Denver seems to be rather uncomfortable right now as he continues to ignore Egon. Maybe if he just pretends he's not there, he'll go away...but Egon seems unusually persistent about this. He stands there, waving down at Alfred and Denver.
The leader of the pod tilts his head to the side. Is that not your trainer?]
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Egon's head pokes over the side of the ship as he stares down at the pod of Lapras.]
There you are. Quick, I'll need some of your scales to compare to a sample I found earlier. [A pause.] Or Alfred's. Maybe both, just in case.
[Denver seems to be rather uncomfortable right now as he continues to ignore Egon. Maybe if he just pretends he's not there, he'll go away...but Egon seems unusually persistent about this. He stands there, waving down at Alfred and Denver.
The leader of the pod tilts his head to the side. Is that not your trainer?]