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Five-hundred-and-one million, six-hundred-twenty-two thousand, seven-hundred-thirty-one...

[When the video feed flickers on, you get a nice view of the starry night sky stretching endlessly above. His voice filters through whimsically like something distant and far away.]

There's Andromeda to the north, Libra... Vulpecula, and maybe Orion's to the left, hidden away in the corner. [a chuckle, slightly regretful] Mm, I'm just kidding. I don't recognize any of the constellations here. And even if I did, I'll willing to bet that their names are probably somewhat different than the way I remember them.

Teddiursa Minor, maybe, or The Great Victreebel.

[He laughs, airy.] The stars here are still pretty, albeit nameless.

[The video screen dips downwards and inwards, illuminating a brown-haired boy, lightly smiling. There's an egg cradled in his lap. And wherever he's sitting, it's high above the ground, for the treeline is right there behind him, their tips caressing the sky.]

You know, it's a little strange that it takes a week-long coma and a very vivid dream to realize how nameless everything is here. [A pause, pensive. And almost to himself--] And it was a very, very vivid dream. I don't think I realized how vivid it was, until it came true.

[Breeze in the background, and he looks up, distracted. When he turns back, he's smiling again, wider than before, which probably means he's just that much more melancholy.]

Has anyone here had any happy dreams since coming here?

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[For any late-night Cherrygrovers, he's sitting on a lamppost near the town square -- egg in his lap and Flygon sitting next to him -- murmuring to himself idyllically. His words, drifting along the wind-]

'...Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.'

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I might have to go take a look, then. [bit rueful] Mind dropping me a line if you see them again?

I'll try my best. There's always the option of making one yourself if you know where to get the cloth.

I think the prerequisite for that is less about the cloth and more about if I know how to sew, really.

You've never sewn before?

Not really -- all my dresses come pre-sewn. Why, do you make your own?

Not at all. I've just had to sew some stuff before, especially patches in clothes due to wear and tear.

Fashionable, aren't you. Nowadays, people pay a lot of money to buy clothing that look as though they're in dire need of repair.

If they give me the money, I can rip them up for them instead.

Aren't you the enterprising go-getter. 'Ted's Shreds -- We Shred for Less'!

Catchy phrase too. I'm sure everyone would just come swarming in.

You'd have to beat them back with your garden shears. Alternatively, have you ever tried swinging Cleo by the tail?

No, but I don't think the results would be rather pleasant.

But you never know when something like that would come in handy!

Well, if you ever have a chance to do so, tell me how it goes~

You're going to have to find someone else who'd be willing to face the wrath of a Dratini.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned -- or just a dratini swung by her tail, apparently. Sometimes, it's almost like these pokemon are the things that are training us.

Well... they are capable of mauling us at any given minute. I'm surprised they even allow us to train them.

Probably the same reason why the subjects allow for the king to rule, really.

Or maybe it's just because we feed them.

I suppose so, even if they could just overpower him. Guess that makes you king of your tiny kingdom then.

... That works too.

Mm, maybe. Are you the king of your tiny kingdom?

More like the royal babysitter.

But just think -- now, you have a herd of impressionable fluffy things that you can influence at your convenience.

If you've ever wanted cute little minions, there you have it.