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Comments

with great power comes great responsibility, right? right??? okay probably not

[lyingheart]

[ He'd been here two years and hadn't thought of this? She wishes that told her more about how necessary such measures were, but with Bertolt (and Reiner), she can't make that assumption. That people have lives here has... been presenting evidence, clearly, but that's another thing she's not yet fully absorbed. (Good on you, Bertolt. Annie has no real idea how to manage claiming a life of her own, but it's good that he has, and does. Important, even. Despite what they are, and everything they've done.)

Staring back down at her Pokedex, she narrows her eyes, then sighs. ]

I've been craving berry pie.

[ She looks up at him and quirks up an eyebrow. No, she is not saying she actually is craving berry pie. ]

Or any other food here or from home that makes sense. People have cravings all the time.

making any of the warriors have responsibilities totally won't backfire

[bertall]

I've been trying my hand at a chocolate lingonberry one.

_{[At first he's serious, but as the last word leaves his mouth he catches the little quirk of her brow and he rubs at the back of his neck with his free hand. It's become so commonplace to suggest the coffee shop that Jean runs to people that it's hard to stop.]}

There's... a shop that sells it if you don't mind waiting.

_{[Nobody said coming up with a good code was easy, right? It's a start.]}

W-We could keep switching the craving up, but keep the reply more or less the same. To, uh... Avoid the same thing over and over from other people.

it's not like they're a bunch of child soldiers with death timers on them

[lyingheart]

[ She keeps her brow quirked. She's half tempted to look at the arcanine to see if he picked up on what she meant faster than Bertolt. Who knows. Pokemon are meant to be somewhat intelligent, right?

What she does get out of this is he's actually making pies. Which, well, if she weren't running on ... wait. ]

... Does anyone sell donuts here?

[ It's off track, so she forces her thoughts away from over-sugary indulgences. ]

And are you saying you make pies there or are trying to replicate ones made there?

[ Still not entirely relevant, but it's just off center enough she's curious about it. ]

Is there a particular city that has some of everything? Someplace where you could find any craving.

who would be crazy enough to stick a group like that with a job, anyway?

[bertall]

<sub>[If she did, she'd find the Arcanine staring intently at a leaf falling from a tree above and going cross-eyed when it inevitably lands on his nose. He has his moments of intelligence, but he's not always the brightest crayon in the box when he's left to his own devices.

Bless his furry heart for doing his best.]</sub>

But, uh... Yeah. To all of it. Goldenrod is one of the bigger towns and it has more than you could imagine - think Sina, or the parts of Marley we couldn't go to, and multiply that by however much you want. There's also another town called Celadon that's more or less the same, but they sell different things. I'm a little more partial to Goldenrod though - I started wanting to try baking because of this little coffee shop near the edge of town.

_{[Bertolt makes a note to himself to drop by it again when he's over there. The owners were sweet on his Arcanine when he was just a tiny Growlithe, and even sweeter on the Houndour he had picked up in town after he found the poor thing scared out of its mind.]}

Jean and I also sell donuts in his shop. I haven't been able to perfect them yet, but people seem to like them a lot with the coffee Jean makes. _{[Sometimes they come out misshapen so only the good ones get sold, but it just means that they get to keep the weirder ones and eat those themselves.]} I've been trying to make pies too. The lingonberry was, uh... We could use that as our code, but I've also been trying to make them to sell. I found the recipe in a book someone gave me last year.

_{[Part of him is tempted to show pictures of the shop and everything they've made, but... He could do that later once she's settled in.]}

Goldenrod has just about anything you could ever want, I think. Clothes, food, entertainment, you name it. A-And the best part is we can all afford it.

who indeed? /we stare at the camera a la the office

[lyingheart]

[ There's the Arcanine, letting... a leaf fall on his nose. There will be no help from the overgrown fuzzlord corner.

She listens to everything as he speaks. Goldenrod sounds like it'll work for the sake of a common response; easier if it's one he's partial to, as it'd be characteristic for him to mention anything related to said city.

Also, Jean owns a shop, Bertolt bakes for it, and he hasn't perfected donuts. The fact he makes them at all is compelling; now's a great time to learn she has a sweet tooth, though her only real acknowledgement is a nod and noncommittal sound as he keeps speaking.

(It's nice to know fresh donuts are something obtainable in this place.)

Beyond that... ]

It's that simple to find work here? [ And a pause followed by a smaller frown. ] I haven't heard about who or what governs the area—who's in charge of printing the money? Or the treasury?

[ No, first, finish the task she was on. She holds up a hand, interrupting her own thoughts and forestalling any answer. ]

Goldenrod can be part of the answer.