"Mostly a human superstition thing, I’m not sure how to explain it.”
“Well I think it’s silly.”
“I gotta agree with you there. It is a rather silly superstition.”
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“I guess so!”
Rebecca chuckled a bit, giving her friend a warm hug.
“Silv, you’re a sweetie.”
“Does thinking you’re an excellent Berry farmer count as a differing opinion?”
“I’m afraid to try.”
“I’m leaving the choice up to you, Silv.”
“I’ve gotta bring in some baskets from outside so gimme a shout if you need anything, alright?”
With a very gentle ruffle of Silver’s quills, Rebecca went outside to pick up the baskets that were strewn all over the place, courtesy of one of the younger Pokemon around.
“Silv? I’ve got some berry juice that can settle your stomach if you feel up to drinking it.”
“I juiced some Pechas since I know how much y’like ‘em.”
“No one in my world would ever think that. Not that I blame them… I do look like a monster. That’s just how my world works. It’s so different from this one.”
Silver only had a vague recollection of those names. She had told him about them before, but it had been a very long time ago. He felt awkward, standing there with his hands, and feet exposed. “I’m glad you don’t think something’s wrong with me.”
His sensitive ears twitched at the sound of thunder. Raising an eye ridge, he looked over. …When had it begun raining?
“Their opinions can kiss my butt, you’re only a monster if you act that way.”
“They’re a part of the you I’ve come to know and adore.”
Rebecca gently ruffled her friend’s quills with a warm smile. Her eyes went wide at the sound of thunder and she looked outside, looking a little nervous.
;
“Oh. Well, still.”
Honestly having something to do was a relief for his mind. Nobody had to comment on his weight while he was in this world. The calm, steady motions were relaxing. Almost therapeutic. Maybe he should come to this world more often.
“I’m glad I can be helpful. It’s really nice to be outside like this on a pretty day, with all these pretty plants around.”
“Oh you should see the orchard right around the flower blooming season.”
“Tell ya what, next year around spring time, you’re welcome to come see the blooms anytime. There’s even a kind of tea that y’can drink while sitting under them, it’s really tasty!”
Rebecca peeked out from behind the tree with a bright smile, making a mental note to actually find that tea before Silver came over.
“One of these days I gotta show ya how to plant and take care of your own berry tree.”
“I’ll be careful. I don’t want to lose an eye.”
Berries sounded dangerous. Silver continued as he was doing, although taking a bit more extra care to keep his psychokinesis from gripping too hard. He didn’t want to get burned. Strangely enough, Silver did like spicy foods, but not that spicy.
“It’s only the juice inside it so no worries about the skin of it burnin’ ya.”
“You’re always such a great helper, Silv. I’m glad to have your help with the harvests.”
Rebecca had chirped quietly, a warm smile on her face as she picked the small berries, putting them in her basket before moving to the next tree.
“It doesn’t stop people from doing it.”
Silver didn’t feel like reaching up. Instead, he did the work with his psychokinesis, carefully placing everything in the basket. It would be faster if he did that, anyway.
“True, true. You do have the ability to walk away from the conversation, though.”
“Be careful with these berries, sweetie. One wrong squeeze and the juice in these things can burn an eye out. It’s only second to Tamato berries. Y’breathe fire with Tamatos if eaten alone.”
Rebecca worked carefully, making sure she didn’t accidentally squeeze any of the Cheri berries.
“It was everyone commenting on the way I looked. This is the third day in a row that all anyone seems to have cared about is my appearance. I know I’m huge, I don’t need it thrown in my face all the time.”
He just sort of shuffled his feet, his usual enthusiasm having been completely drained from his conscious. “Yeah. That wouldn’t be a good thing at all.”
Rebecca peeked out from behind the first tree with a raised eyebrow while she adjusted her headphones.
“In my personal opinion, commenting about someone’s appearance without that person asking for an opinion is honestly rather rude.”
She quietly huffed and got started on the first Cheri tree, carefully picking each fragile berry and putting them in her basket.
“Could you get the other side for me, Silv? Like last time y’helped out?”
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