[It's certainly a hell of a lot better than trudging through a too-bright convenience store, dragging his feet while picking out the barest of essentials for himself as the lights flicker above his head and the tinny sound of the top 20 shitty hits of yesteryear plays from the radio.]

[The best time to look at her is when she's focused on something else, honestly. It means she won't be dissecting either of their actions or expressions. And it gives him a chance to relax and really mull over how lucky he is.]

I'm pretty sure they'd step it up to ruining Persian's coat and cursing everyone within a ten-foot radius. If they lived that long.

[The troublemakers, he means. Persian would absolutely sentence them to death if they ruined her perfect coat of fur. There always has to be at least one outlier in every team, and for them they match together like the puzzle pieces to a diabolical jigsaw. Nanu thinks it's hilarious. When he's not their target.]

Only if I made them go into excruciating, unnecessary detail. [And stare intently at them while they did so. Yeah, he'd relish it.] Lucario gets to taste-test them, though. I'm not biting into on the equivalent of a Nomel berry just for him.