[In all fairness, no one besides his best friend ever really tried to get to know Jean. No one else saw anything of worth beneath the bluster and took the time to peel back all the layers to get to Jean's center.]
Nah, I taught myself. My mom can't draw a stick figure.
[The strange little Pokemon looks over the journal for a few moments, then paws at Jean's pocket again, looking for more candy. Everyone's a critic. Jean finds another piece and gives it to it, and it doesn't retreat, staying near his hip while it eats.]
She taught me how to cook, though.
[Which is something Jean definitely wouldn't have been able to teach himself. He was completely hopeless in the kitchen until his mother corralled him and taught him a few things.]
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Nah, I taught myself. My mom can't draw a stick figure.
[The strange little Pokemon looks over the journal for a few moments, then paws at Jean's pocket again, looking for more candy. Everyone's a critic. Jean finds another piece and gives it to it, and it doesn't retreat, staying near his hip while it eats.]
She taught me how to cook, though.
[Which is something Jean definitely wouldn't have been able to teach himself. He was completely hopeless in the kitchen until his mother corralled him and taught him a few things.]