[Charlie rattles off a 'Geodude!' from under the porch and Hunk cannot tell if it's scared or angry or happy or anything. And it's so dark under there, he wouldn't be able to see its face. But, right! The berries.]
I think I might have some cookies in my bag. I'll look.
[He starts unloading items out of his backpack, most of them food-related, searching for cookies that don't contain chocolate. Socks and underwear get shoved into a small cooking pot. An inexplicable metal spork and chopstick set are piled off onto a campfire stove kit. He's tetrised in his possessions as carefully as he could so as to not damage the baked goods in there too.]
[Romelle is a little less intimidating (in stature, anyway) than Hunk so the Geodude does move closer to the underside of the porch it had managed to wriggle its rocky self into. He has been away from his caretakers for a while. And he is very hungry.]
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I think I might have some cookies in my bag. I'll look.
[He starts unloading items out of his backpack, most of them food-related, searching for cookies that don't contain chocolate. Socks and underwear get shoved into a small cooking pot. An inexplicable metal spork and chopstick set are piled off onto a campfire stove kit. He's tetrised in his possessions as carefully as he could so as to not damage the baked goods in there too.]
[Romelle is a little less intimidating (in stature, anyway) than Hunk so the Geodude does move closer to the underside of the porch it had managed to wriggle its rocky self into. He has been away from his caretakers for a while. And he is very hungry.]
I found some lemon drops...