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Mewtwo could only nod. Looking up to the stove they smelled something but had no idea what it was the other Pokemon was making.

‘What can I do to help?’

‘See if you can hop up here, little one. I can only hold one item at a time right now.’

The floating Pokemon was busy mixing the oatmeal, a goopy arm opening a few empty drawers to give the little Pokemon a way to get up.