I do suppose I tend to have the upper-hand. You can't be blamed for that, though.

[ Her Weavile immediately perks up at the company of the other handsy little devil and chatters about with a wide and devious grin, as if she's already suggesting something that will meet Anabel's disapproval -- and as if on cue, Anabel shoots her Dark type a look and her pokemon seems to at least pretend to have lost interest in the barn out in the distance. Lucario makes a sound as if to back Anabel up, following with his own sharp stare while deciding its his job now to be the babysitter.

Mismagius is floating up and through the ceiling, twirling around gleefully as she dissipates but Anabel figures she's just happy to be out and about. ]

I imagine one might not know what to think if a Mismagius came floating through the walls. I can only hope she can contain herself. [ Considering he does love to spook people and even more so, let her songs of misery bring her joy. At least she doesn't pick on Nanu or his pokemon. ] It's a good thing we have House Inspector Krookodile on the case to help us.

[ And then Weavile is crawling into the cabinets that Krookodile opens, fantastic. ]