( She smiles, but somehow it feels a little more distant than usual. As much as she loves Freddy, there are many unanswered questions weighing heavy in her heart, and she knows that there's no way to answer any of them in this moment.
With Piplup cheerfully in her arms, she sets about to return to the town, staying mostly quiet on the walk as she takes in her surroundings. Being created inside of the Pizzaplex, Chica had never seen the outside world before, let alone experienced it like this. Every fluttering Butterfree, or curious, squirming Caterpie brought a new light to her eyes. Even the smell of the air, something that she's so used to associating with pizza sauce and motor oil, is novel. Fresh. She loves it.
...Until they reach the diner and are presented with a new problem. )
They don't accept pizza passes here, Freddy. They want... money?
( Which is more his problem than hers. She's got her own solutions and scurries over to the nearest trash can. There's always food in there! )
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( She smiles, but somehow it feels a little more distant than usual. As much as she loves Freddy, there are many unanswered questions weighing heavy in her heart, and she knows that there's no way to answer any of them in this moment.
With Piplup cheerfully in her arms, she sets about to return to the town, staying mostly quiet on the walk as she takes in her surroundings. Being created inside of the Pizzaplex, Chica had never seen the outside world before, let alone experienced it like this. Every fluttering Butterfree, or curious, squirming Caterpie brought a new light to her eyes. Even the smell of the air, something that she's so used to associating with pizza sauce and motor oil, is novel. Fresh. She loves it.
...Until they reach the diner and are presented with a new problem. )
They don't accept pizza passes here, Freddy. They want... money?
( Which is more his problem than hers. She's got her own solutions and scurries over to the nearest trash can. There's always food in there! )