[There is a long, pregnant pause while Fiddleford waits for the recording to continue and Ford has to figure out where the issue is. Fiddleford is a genius; surely the Pokégear shouldn't be difficult for him? But Ford can't assume anything about his best friend anymore, can he. This isn't the Fiddleford he knew in 1982 and it isn't the Fiddleford he reconnected with in 2012.
What actually breaks the silence isn't more of Ford failing to gracefully handle the situation, but rather the soft whispery burbling of a Skrelp. Dank Weed pokes her bent snout and tired eyes into frame, apparently having finally worked up enough energy to be interested in what her trainer is doing.]
weed will help
What actually breaks the silence isn't more of Ford failing to gracefully handle the situation, but rather the soft whispery burbling of a Skrelp. Dank Weed pokes her bent snout and tired eyes into frame, apparently having finally worked up enough energy to be interested in what her trainer is doing.]
Ssskrelp?