… Well that was one way to discover the gender of your pokemon. And they were both laughing? Go figure. At least they were no hard feelings, he guessed. That was better than nothing.
He chuckled, a bit awkward, and preferred to go for the second conversation.
“You could employ someone. Not me because hell knows I’m always busy myself, but you could ask for help. You need some time to care for yourself, dear, and if you’re a Champion, you need to be presentable. Certainly if you’re a Champion. I’d know, I’m supposed to be a god and I have someone who’s always fussing over myself being presentable.”
“I would but when would I have time to sit down and pamper myself? As it is, I can get called in for battles any day of the week and I have the orchard and my Pokemon to take care of. Not to mention getting berries shipped all over the region on time.”
“I only get days off if I’m sick and there’s no one to fill in for me. The guy from before is who filled in for me months ago and it didn’t turn out well.”
Rebecca softly sighed, absently adjusting her headphones.
Back in the Game 