[It's... almost incredible how easily Angel has slid back into her normal routine. She watches Krieg work in his Krieg-y way with two parts fondness and one part incredulity, the same way she watches most things that Krieg does. Most of her Pokemon have vacated the premises, preferring to stay as far away from the psycho's heated cooking as possible. Skagbait is the only one who ventures close enough, even waiting eagerly for her turn at the curry.
Angel lingers as well, though her eyes threaten to water if she get too close. She clutches a bottle of moo-moo milk, ready to take one bite out of courtesy, down the entire thing, and never try it again. She's supportive, but not that supportive.]
You already have your first guest. [She nods to the Lucario, still staring hungrily at the pot. Angel's a little worried about the creature, but she won't discourage either of them]
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Angel lingers as well, though her eyes threaten to water if she get too close. She clutches a bottle of moo-moo milk, ready to take one bite out of courtesy, down the entire thing, and never try it again. She's supportive, but not that supportive.]
You already have your first guest. [She nods to the Lucario, still staring hungrily at the pot. Angel's a little worried about the creature, but she won't discourage either of them]