[Clint is about to make another argumentative comment, when he decides against it and closes his mouth. He sighs, looking down at the rock being held aloft by Aubergine and offers her a tentative, warm smile.]
It's a good rock. Very cool.
[His tone is completely lame, but hopefully that won't matter. Fletcher gives her rock a solid gaze, scraping her talons against the ground in excitement. Clint carefully observes the Happiny, scratching his scruffy chin. His demeanor seems to shift ever so slightly.]
You know what? Why don't you try and battle her on your own? I trust your strategy.
[Is he trying to make an excuse not to shout out moves like a fool? Kind of. But Fletcher doesn't seem to notice, because she immediately brightens. Turning her attention back to her opponent, she lets out a loud hoot before diving towards her, ready to Peck that rock right out of her stubby hands.]
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It's a good rock. Very cool.
[His tone is completely lame, but hopefully that won't matter. Fletcher gives her rock a solid gaze, scraping her talons against the ground in excitement. Clint carefully observes the Happiny, scratching his scruffy chin. His demeanor seems to shift ever so slightly.]
You know what? Why don't you try and battle her on your own? I trust your strategy.
[Is he trying to make an excuse not to shout out moves like a fool? Kind of. But Fletcher doesn't seem to notice, because she immediately brightens. Turning her attention back to her opponent, she lets out a loud hoot before diving towards her, ready to Peck that rock right out of her stubby hands.]