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 <color #884400>"I understand. I've been fortunate and not lost anyone to injury, illness or old age so far."</color>
-✘ **IN PROGRESS**
+"You have," Jagdish nodded mildly, suggesting that her good fortune was helping her case - maybe not the 'illness' and 'old age' part, but definitely the 'injury' part. His tone was to no part threatening, just matter-of-fact, like someone keeping neutral inventory. "While I have you here, when and how did the Electabuzz come to join you?"
+<color #884400>"Wild-caught near the Olivine Lighthouse in Johto," Adelaide answered promptly. Which was truthfully the easy part. "I was looking for a Magnemite at the time, to help handle the Water-type pokemon I was encountering on the S.S. Anne. Mostly occasional encounters with aggressive wild pokemon." Gyarados were terrifying. She'd make a joke about angry Gyarados being more terrifying, except she'd only met one //non-angry// one.</color>
+"And how would you describe your relationship since then?" Jagdish asked, back to clicking the pen. Zoan shifted on his head as though deciding that it had gotten a little uncomfortable in its previous position, circled its sitting spot once, and settled back down in what looked like the exact same location as before. Some things never changed.
+<color #884400>That was a surprisingly tricky question. "Civil and functional, but more distant than the rest of my team," she acknowledged. "I think Ashi had greater fondness of my former place of employment than of any humans in particular. Especially the office roof, the balconies, and any part of the port higher than four stories. I don't know if that's because they're closer to the clouds and that's where storms are, or if he likes to be tall."</color>
+Jagdish nodded mildly. The notebook opened again, the writing still concealed from her view, and he noted some things down in it, pausing to move Zoan's tail out of the way with the back of the pen in the middle of it, as said tail came to sweep down in front of his face. He seemed remarkably rather unbothered by the hat, at least, suggesting he wasn't always easy to provoke. Was that a good sign? "Thank you," he said. "While I expect I'll have some more questions for you later, if you want to meander off for now, be my guest."
+<color #884400>How many gymleaders had pokemon who insisted on being hats? Adelaide thought back to when Edward was still a Zubat. Tove on some occasions, at the very least. How many other kinds of pokemon had a similar attraction to claiming some part of their human as a comfortable seat? Perhaps Jagdish's tolerance for Zoan wasn't that surprising? If he was bothered, surely he could do something about it.</color>
+<color #884400>For example, Jagdish could transfer Zoan to Dakarai's head, and Zoan would happily comply. Dakarai wouldn't object, either. Be confused, yes, but compliant. So this was fine.</color>
+<color #884400>Adelaide gave Zoan a small wave as she stood, and received a slow blink in return. At least one being in this room was entirely content with the world.</color>
+There were no questions later in that day in particular. Dakarai and Adelaide ended up having supper on their own, with Jagdish squirreled away elsewhere, either having more conversations with pokémon or sorting his notes. It was simultaneously soothing and disconcerting that Jagdish was evidently pouring much of his time into this. On the one hand it likely meant there was a lot of formal quality to any required evidence. On the other hand it presumably meant there was evidence to formalise.
+It was past dusk, but not quite bedtime, when Jagdish surfaced with a tea in one hand and his notebook opened in the other. It was rather unclear where he had gotten the tea. Adelaide hadn't made it for him and no one had seen him in the kitchen all evening. Maybe there was a kettle somewhere.
+"Are you more of a night owl or a morning lark?" he tossed the casual question at Adelaide a moment after waltzing into the dining room table, gently interrupting a card game she and Dakarai were playing to pass the time. Zoan was no longer sitting on his head, but Mew sat on one shoulder, looking at Adelaide with great interest.
+<color #884400>"More morning lark," she answered, leaving her cards face down in front of her. She was losing anyway, and that sort of question usually meant something time-related was about to be requested.</color>
+"I suppose I'm more of a night owl, if I can be said to lean either way," he revealed, nodding along to his own words in acknowledgement of hers. "But there's no need to push this, so I'd like to talk to you after breakfast in the morning. We can discuss potential defensive strategies then."
+<color #884400>Defensive strategies? Well, that was certainly alarming. A small fragment of comfort there, that apparently it was possible for defenses to be made, but Adelaide doubted it would resemble anything she was familiar with.</color>
+<color #884400>"Very well. Is there anything I should bring? Or prepare? Or... do?" she asked awkwardly.</color>
+"As you were," Jagdish shook his head mildly. "The conversation will //be// the preparation." He glanced down at her cards, then at Dakarai, who was politely looking elsewhere. Jagdish took a sip of his tea, regarding the scene as though considering whether or not to ask whether the game could take another player. Then he took another look at the notebook; the resulting inner shake of his head was almost visible in his body language. Back to work it was.
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